As Mark they hadnever bothered me in the past. I was always older and bigger. Now I'm justolder, and eventually have changed from a person who command... some levelof respect to an object of leers and dirty thoughts. I feel myself gettingvery uncomfortable and very vulnerable under their glances. Mark must befeeling my heart beat faster and tightens the grip on my hand, protectingme like I have done to her for all these years. As I glance up at himagain, which feels quite reassuring right now.We. I agreed (a 'new wine' of the period was usually unfermented).She was right, the stew was delicious. The grape juice was good, too. I ate slowly to savor the culinary treat. She brought me a small loaf of bread and a crock of butter. This just added to the meal's delight. I had just finished eating when I noticed the cab driver at the door. I waved at him. He nodded, spun on his heel, and exited. I signaled my serving girl, paid her for the meal, and gave her something for herself.The man's. Ronnie began packing his bags. Out of nightly habit, as a good fag, he douched. He had no idea why he was doing it other than his typical routine to be ready for some random down low Negro that wanted to fuck his juicy girly booty. Moe pulled up outside. He placed a call to his relative. “Ronnie, I’m downstairs. I ain’t payin’ for parking. I’ma circle till you come out.”“Okie dokie, cuzzo,” Ronnie said beginning to lug his bags out the door. “What are you driving?”“Blue Tahoe.”Ronnie made it. Ended up I didn't even need to worry about that. Women seem sensitive to the desperate, and I'm certainly not anymore. Thing was, I found a lovely French girl to dance with for a while, and we'd sit and chat. She spoke English pretty well and was bright. I had a feeling she saw me as a fun fling. And if my heart hadn't become completely taken, I'm certain the feeling would have been mutual. I even imagined her in bed, a not unpleasant image, and Michiko finding us there and joining us. A.