Then, it was time to go. I walked Sunny over to her car and embraced her for what was to be the last time. ‘I owe you so much, you will never know.�...� ‘Hey, I got as much out of this as you did,’ I replied. ‘I know, but, in a very real sense, I have my life back thanks to you.’ She motioned for me to jump up into the driver’s seat of her truck. I did and she turned me around to where I was facing her. ‘For the last time, I want to suck your cock, just as a final thank you.’ I didn’t feel right. "I didn't bring a swimsuit with to Singapore. " David replied. "I saw swimsuits in a rail at the hotel gift and boutique shop," I answered. We went to the hotel boutique in the lobby and we looked at the swimsuit rack. They only had the tight Speedo style left as they were sold out of the baggy shorts and trunks. "I can't wear these budgie smugglers; they are too tight and revealing. Only gay guys wear them," David said disappointingly. "Yes. You can!" I replied. "I think they look great and. The other teachers know about you two – she must have talked to them - and they told me about it, in case I wanted to break it up and dump you. You never show me any less love than before, so I tolerate your peccadillo. If she wants children and is willing to marry you as number two wife, we can emigrate together. Does that satisfy your libido, darling?” A shocked Alastair stammered, “Umm ... It could get complicated, possibly ... You see ... I would need to speak with her. There may be other. Feeling a bit nervous and still hyped from the fight I sat at the bar and ordered a gin and tonic. I looked around their was a small dance floor that was empty and about 2 dozen guys in the place talking, socializing, and drinking. The whole bar was dimly lit with light mainly from TVs showing sporting events. The guy next to me quickly started up a conversation. He was about the same age as I was, and quite fit. We made a little small talk. I was constantly looking around and noticed a hallway.