You may not be wrong." See, something else a woman never says to me," I said with a goofy grin, trying to make her feel at ease."Well, do not be wanti...g it to be habit," she said, returning my grin in a subdued way.With that we both rolled away from each other and fell asleep.The next morning I woke up to find her curled into a ball again, but this time pressed up against my back. I was torn on my reaction. One on side I am a normal, heterosexual man and couldn't help but enjoy the physical. I got back from my morning run to find her at the table eating with Emily, who decided she was done eating the moment I walked into the room.As Emily left the dining room, with one sidelong glare cast my way, I sat in a chair across from Zoe with a sigh.“Just give her some time,” she said. “She just took your explanation badly. She’ll come around. Remember, this is a process. She has a lot to deal with, and we knew this was a trial run. She still has anger issues to deal with.”“I know. I don’t. There are two other white guys in the club, Ron and Jim. And we have three black guys in our club, Jack, Jake, and Wilson. We have three girls in our club also, Heather, Cathy, and Sue. To be in the club you have to have at an eight inch cock or be a girl. We meet once every three months and set our "Target" and select teams. When we meet we also watch video of the teams hitting their targets. For instance-the last quarter we split up into teams of one girl, a white guy and a black guy and our. Have a seat." Lou slid the other whiskey the young waitress had just delivered toward Liam. "C'mon... what have you to lose?"Frustrated, Liam sat back in his seat and took the whiskey. He picked up the drink and peered up through the bottom of the glass, then looked back down through the beautiful amber coloured liquor. "Well," he muttered, "I don't see a sixpence," and took a sip."See?" Lou laughed, "I knew you had a sense of humour!"Liam took a deep breath and looked at the man sitting across.