2min zu laufen und wir standen in einer Seitenstrasse vor einem Leuchtsc***d auf dem stand Gay Club, und Sauna.Wir mussten Klingeln um Einlass zu beko...men.Ein Älterer Herr machte uns auf. Grinste Bernd an und mussterte mich sehr genau.Kommt rein. Bernd zahlte für uns beide und wir bekamen Jeder ein Handtuch und Badelatschen.Ich bemerkte schon zwei männer die in einer Ecke Saßen aber normal bekleidet waren. Als wir in die Umkleide gingen folgten uns die beiden und zogen sich auch aus und gingen. I tend to go out bar hoping just to get away from my mom's prying. It allows me to mix with people my own age and make some kind of social life for myself.When I walked into the Driftwood Bar I had no idea what would happen. I just sat down at the bar and ordered a beer. The place was a nice neighborhood bar and one beer led to five and soon I was buzzing along just fine.The people were friendly and the conversation was interesting, or at least it was plentiful. There was this guy sitting a. The young woman she addressed was intent on writing a letter and was visibly startled to be spoken to. She nodded her head."Yes. Why not?" she said in a distinctly North European accent, and then bowed her head and returned to her writing.Phillippa snarled. What was the point of seeking company if it just ignored her? She lit another cigarette, her last, and hoped her husband wouldn't disappoint her with regards to her nicotine requirements. She flicked the ash into the huge pottery ashtray in. "Andy, do you realize how much our appearance has changed in the time we've been together on Arbor?"I reexamined our reflection in the mirror. Cor was right! It had been so much a part of life on Arbor, and so gradual that I hadn't been conscious of the changes.We were both well tanned, and not just from our time on the Aegean soaking up the Greek sun, but from months spent living on the Road to Beletara. Cor's hair, which had always been dark and lustrous had grown out, far more than it.