"What do you want, Wesley?"Uh oh. I can't remember her ever calling me Wesley. I took a deep breath and somehow said "We need to talk" without crying....You're dripping all over my carpet. Go take a shower and get into some dry clothes and I'll hear what you have to say." Still no emotion. I'd never seen her this cold before.I'd forgotten I was wet. I sort of jumped and grunted and went into my room. I grabbed some shorts and went into the bathroom down the hall. I turned on the shower to warm it. But," he said, pausing, "when I went there---whoever it was gave the best goddamn blow job I'd ever had! So, the point is: You can't be too picky or choosey! You take whatever is on offer. Or, don't go."I didn't go right away, but I kept thinking about. I even went to the adult bookstore and browsed around the magazines and tapes, and I even bought several items, but I didn't have the courage to enquire about the glory hole! It largely depended on if anyone was on the other side of the plywood. 199. Ah! 200." Clank!"The weight room rang as Steven Marcus dropped the weights and wiped hisbrow completing his daily workout. Grabbing a towel he passed themirrors outside the showers and admired his well chiseled body. Betterthan most, he had built up a solid body with massive biceps and tricepsand legs that might be mistaken for tree trunks. Tall and muscled, hehad his pick of any of the gorgeous women that frequented the gym. Hislife seemed to lack nothing except for one small thing.Some. She was ready, more than ready, but she understood I was not there yet. There was a large part of the whole issue I wasn't comfortable with, not the least of which was that there was almost always some degree of pain involved. I didn't talk about it with her, either, although I spent many long hours down there by myself, thinking, trying to understand what this was all about, what this would do to our relationship, what part I could and would be willing to play. I had several issues to deal.