"I agreed that would be very nice. He pulled on some clothes and, after a quick visit to the bathroom, he headed for the kitchen while I rose up. Afte... a bathroom stop, I pulled on a sweatsuit and went into the kitchen. Steve had started a pot of coffee, set the table, poured two large glasses of juice, and was busy making toast and fried eggs with bacon. I went to the refrigerator, and pulled out a jar of marmalade for our toast. We sat down to breakfast, very close next to each other, and,. I wasn't telling anyone about it until I saw what was hidden inside of it.I waited for the voice on the phone to come in knowing he was going to give me hell for not keeping in touch over the years.He came walking in and saw the federal prosecutor and went over to him asking if he was the sheriff and what the hell he wanted with a bomb disposal unit here in bumfuck Nevada. The prosecutor looked up in surprise until I spoke up from the side of the room."He didn't call for you, asshole, I did.. Meeting guys was too easy and too hard. Waiting tables, I get hit on all the time. So, all I had to do was say, Yes. Except, every one of them was an asshole. My gay-dar might work, I can spot a willing woman easy. But my guy-dar is all screwed up. All it works on is assholes, assholes, all assholes. Can't have babies with girls. Asshole's hurt me. Mom hates me. My life was shit. Until you."Clang. Clang. Clang. Multiple alarms are going off again. I'm washed with alternating waves of fear and. We kept talking for a while and talked about England and turns out we were both brought up in the same city in England. I told her I worked as a male escort part time and she went to straight to point and asked me If I was ready for business.Well, she took me to her suite upstairs and that was it. She was wearing a sexy Lehenga with a really short blouse, her belly and smooth bare back was already giving me an erection.She came close to me and hugged me while I made the move and landed a soft.