“Okay, I’ll do the cover. I don’t know if I could drink six of anything,” Todd told the young lady at the door.After paying the cover charge, ...e walked on down a hallway that led into the club. He was rather shocked at the sight of the club. It had a very upscale appearance, bright colors and a pleasant music going in the background. Todd just stood in the entry area taking it all in to get his bearings as to where the bar and other areas were.Todd finally ventured over to the bar and ordered a. The ironic thing is that I hated myself. Once I hit adolescence, it didn’t take me long to realize I was attracted to men, and coming from a Christian background, the guilt and disgust I felt for myself was absolutely heart-wrenching. Plus, what kind of big manly football player was actually a closeted gay? I tried everything to convince myself I wasn’t gay. I even had a steady girlfriend, California, all throughout high school. She was gorgeous by any man’s standards, even a gay man’s, as well. Should I go down and see what he’s doing and how he’s reacting? If I go downstairs should I put my robe on or a pair of shorts and a t-shirt? I don’t remember being this nervous and unsure on my honeymoon!I finally decided that it was no time to play mind games. I headed for the top of the stairs, naked.Doug was sitting on the couch when I entered the living room. He looked up when I entered. He looked incredibly embarrassed. He looked like a little boy who had just been caught masturbating by. That splashed a bit of cold water into her mind and helped her clear away the cobwebs, which was probably a bit of a mixed metaphor but she still felt a little muzzy from the trance. ‘You always ask that, and I always say no,’ Paul said, his attention not on her at the moment. ‘Hypnotize your own, OK?’ Charlotte started to stand up, still taking in details of the room around her. It looked like a dressing room, there was a bunch of ‘normal’ clothing hanging from hooks, probably Paul’s outfits.