Like I said, I am an exhibitionist at heart. The only thing I like more than a BBC, is a BBC with an audience. As we went passed the front desk, he sa...d something to the black clerk about watching his closed circuit cam in the elevators close, but I pretended not to hear him. As we walked to the elevator he said something to the black desk clerk. I thought I heard him, but acted as if I didn’t. I have an exhibitionist streak in me too. We got on the elevator and he grabbed me and kissed me. Remember to tell the next girl who comes to visit you so she doesn’t get her toes flattened. Hey! That wall is tox. You did this?”“I guess so.”“Maybe you can come over and paint my baby room. That’ll make him psycho for sure.” I was getting lost in Francie’s slang. Some words sounded familiar but I kept trying to apply definitions that were forty or fifty years old.“I ... uh ... don’t know if I can paint like that anymore. It’s like ... maybe I lost something.”“Hey, I get it,” she said. She sat. ”Nimue giggled, “Yes, but one does not have to be an immortal to see that.”“True,” Maddie agreed.“So, what’s your opinion of the Masons?” Dave asked. “Would I be walking into a brood of vipers by joining them?”“It is difficult to say,” Nimue replied. “Their beliefs are sound and their leadership is strong. However, there is also the issue of that man who attacked you.”“Iger…” Dave growled.“Yes. It is unclear if he is an exception or if there are more sorcerers like him within the Masons,. I tried for a couple of weeks to distance myself from the thoughts I had when I jacked off to the fantasies of going down on another man. Finally I went on an Internet chat room and hooked up with another young man who said he wanted us to explore my new found fascination for gay sex. I was later to find out that David was seeking submissive men for his dominant partner Mark. I won't detail the story as I have chronicled all of it in a series of stories on the Literotica site called Chasing.