It lit up at his touch, and he entered a seven digit code. Instantly lights came up slowly. The soft concealed in-directs revealed a heavy steel door....A buzz sounded and he pushed it open easily. Soundlessly, it swung open and he stepped through. The lighting continued into the room where an old flagstone floor stretched out in a forty by sixty square with a ceiling that reached up fifteen feet. Rough hewn timbers supported the ceiling. It was the remains of an old barn that had stood in ruins. ” “When was the last time you fucked a boi.” “Damn, it’s been about six weeks.” “How’d you meet him?” “My f****y and I were on a mini-vacation. Our waiter at the place we had dinner was this pretty Hispanic boi. He was slim like you. When’s the last time you took some dick?” “Two months ago.” “Oh you real tight then! I got a big dick, baby!” “That’s cool! I can take it.” “I love light-skin, skinny boiz like you.” “Thank you! When was the first time you fucked a sissy?” “Ah, hell! I was 17.”. Even with the manager ringing up the sale, it took time to get through the four carts of items. There were a half dozen price checks. It seemed like each price check took longer than the one before. Finally, he rang up the last item. Pressed the button to calculate the taxes and rang up the total.Tim, Benny, Cathy, and Sandra stared at the amount on the register. They were experiencing ‘sticker shock.’ Tim and Benny had begun to think of prices as being cheaper in 1977 than in 2017. They were. It retreated with pitiful whining. Allison grabbed the opportunity and clawed at the hands that were squeezing her throat. She bent her knee, planted her foot on Laura’s crotch and pushed with all her might. Laura fell on her back and cursed, gloating at the blond lock of hair she had managed to pluck. Allison got up on her feet and ran toward the stairs, hobbling heavily because she had lost her right mule in the fight. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, Laura had already stood up and.