” We agreed and followed him to his room.Randy immediately made the drinks. My drink was strong and did not taste as good as the wine. I sat on the ...ouch with my back to the bed. Randy was in the chair and Anne sat next to me.Anne said, “You really look like the trip has caught up with you. Are you tired”?I replied, “Yes, the eight hour flight, a short nap, and then the wine and dinner have been fun, but tiring. How do you and Randy put up with this type of traveling week after week?”Anne said,. I wonder if either one of us knew that we were actually saying good bye forever. Probably not. Neither of us were great on intuition. It doesn’t frighten me anymore at all. It doesn’t terrify me anymore to think of the details of our sojourn together and of what I grew to know as love. It used to frighten me, the memories, the triggers, as I used to sweep the moments, my life, out of my mind, forgetting that it happened to me, to us. I believed our story was better left unsaid, unexplained,. And, then we were alone. I sat there half smiling at my maybe soon to be ex-wife. "Bruce?" "Just a job you have to do? That's it, Sam?" She looked down and then up. "I'm sorry, Bruce. You were never meant to hear any of that shit, and that's all it was," she said. I nodded my understanding. "Really?" I said. "I mean it isn't really the way you feel?" "Hell no it's not," she said. "I actually love you." "Hmm. I wonder," I said. "No need to wonder it's the truth," she said. "And Carlson. He then took his own hand and placed it on my gym shorts. "I think you know exactly what we are talking about" Then Jimmy dropped his shorts exposing his boy cock. My heart skipped a beat. It was beautiful, smooth and poking straight out. "Would you like to touch it?" Of course I would. I reached out and took it in my hand. I watched him close his eyes, I slid my hands back and forth on his cock. The other boys were rubbing their own cocks through their shorts. I don't know what made me do it.