I looked around in desperation, thinking that maybe I could mitigate things by choosing my own guy to talk to. As I searched the faces, one guy steppe... through the crowd, searching around like he was lost. He was pretty short, about 5'6", but still taller than me even in low heels. He looked well-dressed in jeans and an open collar shirt that showed off a strong neck and a little bit of hair on his chest. His beard made it hard to tell the shape of his face, but he had cute cheekbones, dark. Tucker wakes up to find himself fully clothed. He notices a photo that’s resting on his chest. It’s a signed photo of Ember, and it reads, “To my “Biggest” fan, Tucker.” A cocky grin comes across his face, but it quickly fades when he hears someone coming his way. He stands up and hides the photo in his pocket, then is reminded about Ember. “Oh no, I let Ember go! How am I gonna explain this to Danny?” At that moment, Danny, in ghost-mode, floats in to check on Tucker. “Tucker, I figured it. I did up my zipper and got up to leave.On the way out I thought how though I was mainly het, I rather liked the anonymity of the club enabling that kind of contact without any pressure and the pleasure of that kind of contact. I could have taken it further if I had wanted but left knowing I could anytime indulge in my incipient bisexuality.I left and decided I would walk to the pub. Maybe Mum would be there and sure she was, chatting amiably to some of the regulars. She greeted me warmly and. High Society and two Club International magazines. The Club magazine was very explicit and had sex scenes of girls using sex toys, girls getting fucked by men (sometimes multiple men), and explicit lesbian images. It was one of my favorite magazines and the one Mrs. Jennings was holding up to me. The magazine was opened to a scene of two men double penetrating a very attractive blonde girl where the image covered both the right and left pages.“These are disgusting!” she yelled. “I can’t.