It is alingerie shop, after all'. They were at the verythreshold now: in a few seconds, Angela would beexhibiting her lingerie before the entire store...But there's MEN out there, Angie tried to say, thoughthe words never actually left her mouth. The store wasliterally crammed with ubiquitous males (or so shethought); husbands, fiances, hip young dudes in brownleather jackets. Little boys in baseball caps clingingto their mother's skirts. Angie strutted forward onher impossibly high heels, her. I said ok but I have to agree. A few months go by and he mentioned and hey why don’t we stop by the xxxstore outside of town and do a glory hole. I thought it was a dumb idea and asked if he had been there. He said he did along time ago so I said well I guess. On Saturday at around 1200 on November 10th I made a bad decision. We get in the car and there are only two cars in the parking lot. I assumed employees. I walk straight to the back and get in the middle stall behind a thick black. He then asked if she’d ever been with a black guy. Joyce giggled nervously and said no, and then asked him if he’d been with a white woman. Leon said yes, and shocked her I think when he said that he loved fucking sexy white women like herself. “If you ever decide to try it, I know you’ll love it Joyce, you're so beautiful and built the way black men love their women” I heard him tell her. I still was pretending to be asleep, but still peeking out of the corner of my eye and I saw Joyce reach. He didn't look very happy. I asked him "what's wrong?". He goes on to tell me that his BF didn't have a place for him to sleep that night. I was rather taken back by this. I mean come on, if you're going to bring someone(especially a gay guy) to a little town you had best have some place to sleep. I offered up my couch to Ray for the evening. I did feel bad for him. Brought to a place that he had never been before and his BF just left him hanging at this bar. So we sat there talking and.