Even after learning the truth,a lot of the straight black guys I was dancing with took me to the parking lot for some "quick relief".I was more than h...ppy to accomodate them but always made them kiss me first.I hunger to be held and kissed by black men.This was my reward for the pleasure I was about to bring them.Sometimes we'd return and I'd hear whispered talk with the expression "never happen".A kiss and a quickie doesn't make a guy a HOMO.I've heard that expression from many of my black. His boots stopped crunching against the frosty grass as he stepped out of the shade behind the cabin and he was grateful that he had them on. His feet were much more comfortable protected by heavy socks and cowhide than they'd been on his first trip outside this morning. Warmer, too.He reached the nearby trees, then turned right, intending to make an ever widening circle around the cabin until he either found her, or some trail indicating where she might have gone. He walked a few minutes,. It was such a pleasure, the place, the atmosphere, the attentivewaiters, the food, think I drunk too much. That silly husband of minewouldn't have a clue in such a place, probably why he never took meexpensive restaurants. I was glad that Paul even knew his way around themenu, it was all in French, but he was very attentive and talked methrough it and made suggestions for me. The consummate gentleman, hedidn't make me feel embarrassed at my first experience at all of it andmy lack of French for. I was staying behind, because I had a lot of trading irons in the fire, and was trying to exploit some good trading opportunities."Kenny, I don't think living here, with all of you, is working out for me. I spoke to your mother yesterday, and she told me I was welcome to use your apartment, in Bolling, until I decided what I was going to do." Dale was standing very close to my desk as she spoke. I was only slightly surprised by Dale's decision. She had to be feeling pretty left out, especially.