"Tim fingered his drink nervously. Where was that guy, he thought, glancing at his watch for at least the hundredth time. Just like a cop, never aroun... when you needed him--probably he was out peeking into toilet stalls at the MacArthur Park John.Tim looked in the mirror behind the bar, saw a short, stocky red-haired man in a business suit standing by the doorway, peering around the room. Tim waited until the man caught his eyes in the mirror, then slowly nodded his head. The man walked over to. Perhaps he was too bashful to say it, or maybe it was so obvious what he meant that he found uttering the last few words unnecessary.The question hung in the air for a few seconds. I let the silence draw out a moment or two, savouring how good it felt as I looked deeply into my handsome friend’s eyes. It dawned on me that there was nothing in the world I wanted more than for him to…well…to do whatever he wanted to do to me. I badly wanted to get off, regardless of how.“Would you?” I whispered. Charlie and I made doubly sure there were no prying eyes or ears in the basement. We checked constantly and it became kind of a game to catch the devices the Major would hide in that room.It was good practice for us, too, as he used all kinds of devices, from simple microphones and cameras to the most sophisticated digital burst transmitters currently being used by the agencies in that business. He even got a hold of some of the newest ones that were in development by the government. He was. I saw that she doesn’t like weak guys and she said that she was looking for a real guy. In my mind it echoed as: “Even if you are not the man of my life, we could have some fun together ;-) “. After few words, she has switched on her cam, she were wearing a small baby-doll. We didn’t really spoke about sex but it was not very far. Some days later I went to the bus station to pick her up and to bring her back to my place. We had a drink, and we smoked a bit. We were talking about her, about me,.