.. so betrayed." Oh, stop it already. Pick you up at seven?" Sure." We had reached my car, and she started walking toward hers. "Um, Claire, do you kn...w where I live?"She stopped and turned around, a look of chagrin on her face. "Haven't a clue. I should really ask you while you're still here, shouldn't I?" Might help," I deadpanned."So, where did you want to go?" Claire asked as I slid into the passenger seat."You've been around Boston for a few years. You tell me." Any special requests?". I don't want anything to do with queers, the sick fucking perverts. So why do they keep following me around?I work in a big office building, and a few days ago when I was riding in the elevator on the way up to the 60th floor ... a long ride in a big crowd ... I felt something sort of stroke across my ass. Well, it was crowded, so I didn't think much of it. But then it happened again. Only it wasn't just a stroking like someone accidentally touched my ass, it was the back of someone's hand! I. His stride was confident - almost a swagger as he joined Sara in the middle of the room. As his arms enveloped the small girl, I saw his muscles bulge. I felt a tinge of jealousy somewhere deep in my gut that disappeared almost as soon as it had come. I knew that I was completely in love with Sara, but the thought of watching her with this huge man was stronger than any other feelings I had ever experienced. I wanted her to be happy. I wanted her to make him happy and I wanted them to make me. Lateras we where sitting around drinking beer his Father told me that his Son wanted to get me in bed and fuck you,He said he can try and well he must have done something right because he did it..We laught about it all I said was is that he is a real good fucker and that I would do it agin..Thats when Mat ( matthew is his name )said the stay with ne tonight I said that would be Great but that I was exspecting a call from Germany from my daughter.....we saw each other that wek he came by for a.