All that was missing was tumbleweeds blowing down Main Street.He pulled into the only business in town he knew was open, The Busy Bee Cafe and parked ...n the nearly empty parking lot. Carl, the owner, had sent his last waitress home two days earlier, but he was determined that he was not going to shut down. Since he had been manning the counter and the grill...not that he had much business other than Sheriff Mullins."Morning, Frankie," Carl said as he stepped inside. The owner was leaning. T is.’ ‘But — but Rabbit’s not a… I mean, I’ve been over to Rabbit’s house for Christmas,’ I protested. ‘His father’s Catholic, his mother’s Jewish,’ she explained, suddenly growing wistful. ‘He says he promised her he’d marry a Jew. That’s why we’re not, you know…’ Oh, my God, Cammie Rowe was in the same boat I was. I remembered now that Rabbit had told me, months ago, that they were just friends. Good friends obviously, if they were sharing a room, but not boyfriend and girlfriend. ‘Then why. I intend to complete it this post.Don't worry I've got a lifetime of sexual adventures to further bore you all with.lol.If you've read from the start you'll know that I wasn't comfortable with how curious I'd become and however crazy it sounds I really thought that sucking his cock was the only way I'd truly 'cure' my curiosity.It did have a pleasing logic to it because I would get to try it out,tell myself it was fine,i'm not turning gay but making sure I was turning gay.Plus,imagining a penis. People I thought I knew seemed to view Melinda as some sort of chippie, not even glamorous but odd, and I had gone mad choosing her as my escort. The leers and withering looks muffled by etiquette and propriety managed to stab through.Overwhelmed by the rich folk and not a few stars, Melinda began the greetings shyly holding me tight. But soon she seethed. Finally she ran back to the stage. My wife didn't bother hiding her mocking attitude, creating the final straw. I wanted to smack that smug.