He greeted each other with a handshake. He told me to head inside and get a booth; he?d be there in a couple minutes, that way the clerk wouldn?t thin... anything of it. I paid the clerk and got a handful of tokens. I headed towards the back and walked into the dark hallway. Different TVs with porn could be heard. I chose the 2nd booth on my right and waited. Randy came into the hallway a few minutes later searching for me. I opened the door and let him in. We sat down and I inserted all of my. ”“But it’s that in 2 hours and it’s Sunday.”“And big businesses never stop darling.”He leaned forwards and kissed my forehead then got up and walked out. After a minute or so I jumped up and ran after him. I caught up with him just as he was about to get into the Bentley, James holding the door open. I put my arms around him and squeezed as I said,“I love you daddy.”Then I stepped back.“I love you too Georgia; now I think that you should go back inside and put some clothes on; you don’t want to. The other thing that shook me was that you weren't supposed to drink until you were twenty-one. Christ, you can legally drink in pubs in the UK from the age of eighteen and I'd been frequenting them since before I'd turned sixteen. Depends on how old you look whether you get challenged and thrown out.Mind you, I thought American beer was crap. Most of it sterilised chilled, and had a head put on it with CO2. Back in those days all English beer was cask conditioned and sold at cellar. My bartenders had power. We could always get laid. I was curious. I was 37 and wanted to try gay sex. I don’t know how I knew this but there was an area of the city where gay men cruised. One night after work I went there. I parked my vehicle on a narrow street and got out. I stood on the corner and made eye contact with every car that passed. When one car stopped next to me on the third time around I opened the door and got in. When the guy drove away, I boldly put my hand on his crotch. He.