I grabbed a beer as she headed off to the shower. I noticed that she did not close the door to the bathroom completely but did not give it too much th...ught, after all it was her home. I clicked around the TV when she came out from the bathroom. She was had a bath towel wrapped around her body and another towel wrapped around her head covering her hair. "What are you up for tonight" she asked. I told her that I was in the mood for a steak and wanted to go to Doyle's. A small steakhouse in town. ’ ‘Tina, you’re something else! Does your husband know your fuck these boys?’ ‘Jack, my husband is a very busy man and he spends a lot of time away from home, so I have the freedom and the time to engage in my little hobby, as I like to think of it. Mind you, when he’s home, he’s a very loving husband and father, not to mention a wonderful lover, so our life is full as well as fulfilling.’ ‘That’s wonderful, Tina.’ ‘There’s one thing I should warn you about, Jack.’ ‘What’s that?’ Jack said,. It flattered my ego in the end, as someone who wasn't on the receiving end of much positive attention. At the same time, it also helped give me the actual willpower to stick to hitting the gym as regularly as I was. It was one of the first unexpected mundane annoyances: if I wanted to be a sissy faggot, I was going to be a good one, and at the time that meant watching my diet constantly, and it was frustrating, but the comments about my butt, or how my thighs seemed girlish turned me on. Some. “I don’t know. What do you feel like doing?” I asked back. “Wanna try and sneak into that tournament? See how rich people have fun?” “You know golf is pretty boring to watch, right?” “Let me guess, you played on the regular.” “Only for appearances.” “Well, you’re not making an appearance this time around. Come on, let’s go on an adventure.” Ellie grabbed my hand and we were out the door. We left the van behind and walked hand-in-hand to the golf course. Not to be cliché, but the sun was shining.