No point limiting your options. Here in the concrete facades of the city, the wind collected and funneled down the streets. Hansen pushed against the ...rregular cold gusts of wind, the rain driving into his face like icy pin pricks. His cheeks were going numb. Nothing a beer or three won’t fix. He went through the doors of the bar and into its warmth. There were a few people in there, mainly the usual drunks and a few desperate couples engaged in stilted conversation and furtive touches. People.. I called my son Henry and my wife and a couple prospects for Randy.In order to set up and sound check, we arrived early. The sound check became a brief rehearsal as we worked through a couple transitions that hadn't ironed out comfortably the night before.People trickled in gradually, some while we set up. The first of the prospects I chose for Randy and a good friend arrived early. At 5'5" with a smooth, pretty, Chinese face, Lee looked much younger than his actual late twenties. Hidden. “I love fucking you, wife,” he whispered in her ear. “And I you, husband,” she turned her head and looked into his sweating face. Not for the first time she wished they had kissing. Her lips wanted to keep busy at a time like this. White men seemed to have the best of everything. She licked her lips and looked straight ahead, laying her head on the furs. She slid her hands up to cup her breasts and played with her nipples. They were radiating heat to all parts of her body. . We weren’t doing anything special. We were just heading back to campus together. I was thinking about some of the things we might do together at school. Jeff was quietly enjoying the journey as well. Wasn’t he? I couldn’t tell from the look on his face. He looked like he might be distracted. Was I just thinking too much? I needed to get a little perspective here. Despite all the supposedly fabulous men I had dated, I had never really had a boyfriend. Shocking, isn’t it? What was the value in.