”“Do you want me to tell you from the beginning, or work my way back from this point here?” Mason smiled.“Why not in reverse? I am more intere...ted in who you are now rather than your youth.”“OK. You know I was recently divorced?” Mason noted Sir Alan’s nod, and continued. “I know I was naive. I started out simply doing a girl a favour but then made the mistake of getting too close and became involved, heavily involved. I fell in love, which didn’t last long, and now we have a child who suffers. When I wanted to party, he was my go-to guy. He was too big for anyone to voice disapproval of and too nice to dislike. Above all, he was boisterous. Hockey was a good sport for him, all the fans were loud. After a few beers, I was loud with him. The tables next to us became loud as well. They all became Carl tables. I met Edith and Ralph Wilkerson, Frank and Bob and two rather butch looking older women named Mary and Thelma. We became a small party zone and our cheerleader, Carl, kept us. "Not here, not with us?" Sandra added."Well, we've all seen each other in our underwear, right, now, it's not quite the same as nude but it's not that far, either," Mark told them."We were thinking that we could start with just one day each week where we would be that way, maybe every Saturday, so we can see what it's like" and I told them about my friend growing up and they both, of course, said there would be no way their friends would come over for this and we agreed. They were fairly upset. I am not crazy. Just looking for a straight guy who wants to be penetrated by a strong woman."I debated with myself. I'd never answered these ads, they were just wanking-fodder. But this one seemed like a perfect opportunity coming along at the right moment. I sent her a message.We traded a couple of e-mails, names (she is Megan, I am Rob) and face pictures before arranging to meet in the flesh.Knowing that we may end up having the kind of sex that had brought us together, I prepared myself.