Business was slow, and tips were almost non existent. This was her fourth week back delivering pizza part time, and it was the roughest week yet for t...ps. She only did three week nights, including Friday. Unless this last delivery gave her a $30 tip, she wasn’t going to make as much in tips as she had Tuesday or Wednesday night, and to top it all off, no one was willing to work her shift tonight, even though she offered to cover two shifts of theirs. The previous weekend, the Colonial Theater. Mark headed back to the shower and told Devonte that everybody was gone and that they had the run of the place.As Mark returned to the shower, Devonte was very quiet. Finally, he broke the silence, “I am really sorry about how I have acted toward you. I have these built-in defense mechanisms that help me keep my secret.”“It’s alright, man. I knew exactly what was going on the entire time. Plus, I was sort of pushing your buttons a little bit,” Mark answered with a bit of a smirk.Mark leaned in. I fully understand." No sooner had he voiced his acknowledgment, then the paddle slammed down on his furry little bottom, striking the left cheek with a punishing wooden bite that left him stunned for a brief moment. "One!" he cried, after his breath returned to his lungs.Another smack of the paddle burned through the right hemisphere of his ass, every bit as cruel and punishing as its predecessor. He closed his eyes tight, and through clenched teeth, yelled, "Two!"A third strike immediately. Then he spoke without breaking his embrace. "Jay, it's so cool that guys can be guys and still get off with one another without risking their manliness. You are man's man my friend". His words gave me a reassurance and the awkwardness began to subside. My arms wrapped around him more firmly and I felt myself pulling him into me. It began to feel natural. It became a simple moment when two people were sharing something special between them. I closed my eyes and just began to enjoy the sensation.