It's supposed to be very good." She smiled at me hopefully. "The second show starts in at nine."I checked my watch; roughly an hour to buy tickets and...get seats. My other choice was to go up stairs and remember how lonely a hotel room could be. "Fine." I replied, standing up "Shall we?"It was a drag show with fairly well done impersonations of old stars in their 'hey days'. Barbara Streisand, Judy Garland, Rita Moreno, Donna Summer and others spent two hours regaling us with songs of loves lost. But I also felt sexual attraction to women too. I could fuck women all day long and masturbate to pics of them, but I felt I would also fuck a guy with the same passion if the opportunity presented itself. I eventuall settled on Bisexual. I'm a Bisexual And I'm fucking proud of It!!!To anyone who is reading this story let me tell you. There is NOTHING wrong with masturbating. It is fucking awesome in so many ways that it breaks my heart when people abstain from masturbation for such silly. I knew the worst thing I could do was to move him. "Leslie." No reaction. Come on, work with me here. "LESLIE!" She turned and looked at me, a blank look on her face. "Leslie. Wes is hurt. You've got to help me."She looked ready to cry. She turned and looked at the house, then turned back to me. "Come on, Les. It's your brother. We need to help him."She moved toward us. "Leslie. Go in the living room and get one of the pillows and the quilt off the couch. Bring them out. Hurry."She turned and. They must really love each other I thought, and that made me a little sad somehow, like maybe I was sort of hoping he'd be mad at her, or something and..."Uh-huh." He was flipping through the pages and we looked at Nina doing all sorts of things in all sorts of places; riding a horse, hanging out at a swimming pool, playing badminton with some other girl. She was always smiling and cute, even beautiful, I thought, at least in some of the pictures. It made me feel a little jealous and I felt bad.