“Yep, my parents live there, but I’ve been here for a few years now.”
“Good for you!”
He smiled as he gave me my driver license back.
Of course, that was just an excuse to pat my back, which was just a pretext to put his hand on my shoulder, which was just a ploy to slowly slide it up and down massaging me a little too sensually for my liking. Oh yes. I was just about to enter the gay bar.Continue reading