I mustered my courage and went to a gay bar I found online. As soon as i walked in I felt some stares on me. I was kinda scared to be honest. I ordere... and a drink and sat down alone. A couple minutes later, a man in his 30s sat down beside me. Well lets skip the boring introduction. After a couple of drinks I followed him to his house. As soon as we got to his house he told me to clean my ass. So I did in the bathroom. When I came back out he was naked on his bed. He had a fit body with a beer. Brad did not believe a word that was coming out of his mouth. Brad got up and walked out of the room and let his friend just lay in bed to come down off whatever it was that he was on. Brad went over the stereo and shut off the loud playing music and asked everyone to leave because the hosts were out of commission and unable to tell everyone good-bye. With that said, the guest one by one left the party. This whole time I was still in my room trying to think why Michael would say the shit. "Yes, Honey, I am. Look, I loved Sylvia just like you love Chris. She ripped my heart out, and I couldn't take that again. It's better for both of us if we just cool it." Didn't you enjoy being with Margo?" Yeah. Yeah, I did. That makes it harder, but all the more important that I don't let it go any farther."Jenny went straight to Margo after her talk with Hank. Margo alternated between anger and despair. Anger that Hank would assume how she felt about him. Anger that he thought she would be. The father was a retired petrochemical engineer. He took retirement early and played the stock exchange and was very successfully by all accounts. The mother was a senior nursing sister at Odstock Hospital. She retired at age 60, and it appears the New York trip was a retirement present from the father. A Mrs McKee is a very close friend of the family and still maintains the cottage for Robert; in fact she supplied most of these details. He has no girlfriends, in fact he appears to have shunned.