I.. Ihave something I must tell you..." you finally blurt out."Well then?" I say still smiling, my hand toying with my wine glass.."I... I'm really a ...oy," you stammer, face beet red, flicking your gazeaway, head down, staring at the table. I swear I can see a tear formingon your cheek."I know," I reply simply, casually."What!" Your head snaps up, your eyes stare straight back into mine, onehand lying limply on the table, the other up to cover your mouth."I've always known," I reply softly, my. On our first meeting I wondered about it, but didn’t mention it.To be honest, I was afraid it was one more of Marcy’s secrets. When she told me where her group sessions were being held, I was even more concerned.Her bike was up and running in September, then it was perfected by November. That is why I wasn’t driving her to the church for her meetings at the beginning of November... “Deacon, you remember Jules?”Marcy asked when we were having breakfast at the crossroads diner on Monday. The day came when my girlfriend had a local hen party to attend which I think I was more excited for. I didn't know what will happen or even if anything would happen. I played it cool and carried on like any other day. The evening came and I was just mopping around the house with a semi thinking of Julie. I noticed Julie had a bottle of wine and not long after she took the bottle with her to the bath tub. My mind was going mad, thinking i should just walk in there with my cock out and hope for. Just what are you willing to do for the girlfriend?"I grinned as I said, "Anything." Anything! Girl. I thought you were the lucky one. But that girlfriendof yours is really the luck one. To have a boyfriend, or is it agirlfriend, like you."I just grinned and said, "It's both."Then she said, "I'm going to carefully spread some wax along the bottomof your right eyebrow, then place a cloth over it, rub it and pull itoff. It'll hurt a little. But it won't take long. Okay?" Sure."She did as.