"Sorry," the man said with a wave of his hand. "I meant her."He was pointing at me, which made me want to sink even further into myseat! Alright, alri...ht, I didn't look like the average teenage guy at theage of 16 either. In fact, I looked a lot more like Emily than I didEthan. Suffice it to say that my testosterone production was not thebest, and my slight build and unnervingly feminine features often ledpeople to mistake me for a girl. My long dark brown hair probably hadsomething to do with. “People who are what we call straight. No kinks. That sort of thing,” Malcolm answered. Sandra smiled, “I expect you prefer ladies on their own rather than couples then?” Malcolm shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t mind either way,” he replied. “But I suppose it is better when the husband or partner is involved. Not having to sneak around makes the woman more relaxed and of course I don’t have to be careful about leaving marks.” “Leaving marks?” Steve asked. “Cane’s and crops can leave marks,”. The mother of the person she wants to marry or would barely notice my existance at all.This did lead to a couple of unhappy conversations with my wife who see's nothing but her wonderful son and not the lazy little user that I see, it forced me to reavaluate my feelings for my wife.After some thought I found that I did'nt want to leave my wife but if I had to put up with them all it had to be my way.. an if you can't beat them join them sort of thing, I just got on with what I wanted and what. So I looked at the number before answering the call. Not recognizing it I thought excitedly 'maybe it's HIM! Answering, with the vision of him in my mind I was rewarded by the sound of his seductive voice, "Hi, Petey?". "Yes Nolan, honey, I was hoping to hear from you" I squeeled. "Nice to hear the sound of your voice" he said. "Would you like to have dinner with me tonight, and maybe a movie?" My fingers toyed with my zipper as I asked "Are you asking me for a date?" "Well, yes I guess.