..”“Yes, Pretty One?”“We ... if you agree ... we should go tonight. To fetch Diane.”“You think we can do that?”“It is likely that she ...s in a cage outside the house. If not, then we must rethink. If we go in the small hours of the night, we could probably get her away without a confrontation.”We went to lie down for a couple of hours. I doubted I would sleep, but set an alarm for midnight anyway. I was out like a light. Waking was like struggling to climb a hill while wrapped in cotton wool –. Soon I discovered her sitting at the bar with her brand new black friend. They were talking and smiling.After another round of tequila shots, he led her to the dance floor.They quickly got into the rhythm of the music and before long Ana was bumping and grinding with him in the middle of the floor…After some dances, he led my slut wife to the back hallway and to one of the private party rooms there. They both disappeared inside of one of those rooms. I found the door was locked and I could not. His planet! His to do with as he alone willed. His planet to change from a barren, unpeopled desert to a green and fruitful paradise. Or else, to strip away whatever traces of water and air that still clung to its empty wastes, leaving it forever dead if his pursuers did manage to catch up with him.He was no longer merely Steve Jordan, a hunted fugitive living under a name that wasn't his own. He was once again St'Charn nzu Y'Charn, son of heroes, born of a line of warriors and destined from. I had little interest in m/m sex, but I knew that some of my more prurient customers would appreciate a wide variety from which to choose. One of the movies I bought for the video store was called "A Matter Of Size." The more I rented the gay movies to basic suburban types who were pretty much like me, the more I was intrigued about what was in the movies. I finally took home "A Matter Of Size." My wife and I were into what we thought was some pretty kinky sex at the time like tying each other.