My wife refused and told him he will have the gun pointed at him until he leaves. We let him put his pants and shirt on, I told him to pick up his sho...s and get out. I told his brother, they guy who lives in the building I will talk to him later about this.They left and my wife, MIL and Julia calmed down. I told my MIL it is up to her if she wants to continue to see her neighbor and it is up to Julia and my wife if they want to fuck him too. He is obviously not his brother, but I advised they. Then I told her, "wow! it's not typical to ask a person whom she met for the first time to somewhere." she smiled, and answered "well, I think that's okay especially, if it is a hot girl like you." then removed her ponytail, in like a slow motion, her pretty face was highlighted with her long, brown, shiny hair. With no hesitation, I replied "You're hot too." while thinking to my self (finally, a girl in front of me, I was confused with my sexuality before, I liked boys, and I love having sex. " You and she have to figure this out. I'm here for both of you." Jim was right. I'd discovered over time that he was right about alot of things. Even so, I couldn't figure out how to get out of thismess. I got up and went to my closet. I put on a pair of jeans and atight T-shirt. It sounds ridiculous, but I figured if I dressed theright way, the male way, the gay way, I'd be able to think clearlyand find a solution.I looked at myself in the mirror and began to cry. Not just tear up,but bawl. He dropped the gun and fell back across the table from the impact of the bullet at such close range.The woman sitting in the window screamed, but her partner just sat and looked shocked. I grabbed the package from the counter, but instead of going out of the way I came in, I opened the counter flap, pushed past the café worker, through the kitchen and exited at the back of the café into an alley. I ran along the opposite way to the way I came and emerged close to where the Ford Anglia was.