I took a deep breath, and slowly opened the door.Before me stood a man at least twice my age wearing a tight fitting pair of rugged jeans and a matchi...g jean jacket. He had curly blonde hair and a thick mustache, and stood a good 3-4 inches taller than me.“Would you like to share a booth?” the man asked in a hushed tone.I was relieved that I didn’t appear to be in trouble.“I’m out of cash” I replied.“I got money” the man said as he took a step closer.I don’t know what came over me, but for some. " I kinda felt like that. The flywheel still had a lot of angular momentum and was still spinning.I brooded. I had obviously been a big flop as a husband. In hindsight, I thought I could see dozens of ways that I could have done better. Been more attentive to her needs, been more open about my inner thoughts, things like that. Why did I take the most important person in my life for granted?I was brooding on that one day when Gloria and I went to lunch one day, (yes, lunch! A first!), I happened. He had dreamed of doing this with the others he had brought up here but had never done it before. None of them seemed strong enough. The imagery of whipping a naked woman hanging exposed to the wide outdoors appealed to his sense of the twisted and the absurd. It was fantasy come to life. One of his oldest and dearest.He knocked his pipe against his palm when it was empty to clear the bowl. Thoughtfully he put it back in the sealed humidor to protect it from drying out in the thin mountain air.. .. making love to Stephen. Am I okay to describe it like that?"I'd expected Adam to haughtily inform me that one man doesn't make love 'to' another but rather that their sex is collaborative and their love fully reciprocal. Or some variation on that general theme.But instead Stephen giggled and surprised me by blurting out, "Oh come on... can't we just call it 'butt-fucking'? I mean, that's what we're going to do... fuck each other's butts." Sweetheart, we're talking about our wedding.