..but... in that you are absolutely sensational" he said, the admiration rich in his voice. I came to a stop just a few feet away from them feeling in...redibly self conscious, yet incredibly proud and incredibly stimulated all at the same time, and Jack walked slowly around me, letting out short low whistles as he went, and I stared at Mary grinning away just a few feet in front of me.Then Mary lifted her arms and took hold of my hands, "Let's dance" she said, and started to move and gyrate in. Of course, I was fixated on the other woman. Who the heck could I get???? I went through every person I could think of, and came to the realization that every woman I knew who I wanted to fuck (or more accurately wanted to watch Lynn fuck) was a married friend of ours. What was I going to do, just start randomly propositioning women in town? Only a matter of time before that blew up. So I started looking online for "escorts". Aside from being creeped out by that, I realized the blindfold thing. Most of what I had done before was no more than a lesson of what not to do. I had so much potential and knew what was needed. I saw the future, where I should be, a place where I mattered and had the respect of so many. There was no embarrassment, no failures or regrets. Happiness was such a simple thing. I quickly pulled my hand away. The feelings dissipated like a receding tide. I breathed. She was very special. ‘Who are you, Stinky?’ I asked. The little smile factory gave me no answer I. He didn’t care about current events, it was simply something to do. Many nights that’s where Gene slept. Their old queen size bed was too crowded with memories for a night’s rest. Some times while asleep in his chair, a one puffed cigarette burning in the side table ashtray, he dreamed. Tonight it was the first time they met. * * * “Is all the information on your drivers license correct?” “It is. I haven’t seen you here before. You new around town?” “Yes”, she said copying the information on.