“Hi, Ray.”
It was the next day, mid-afternoon. The bar was sparse, oddly quiet, brighter. Sunlight hit the bartender along the side of his face, one eye a shimmering of blue, the other a smoldering shadowed gray. He glanced up at me and nodded. “What can I do for you?”
If he only knew. I smiled. I was dressed like a boy. Chad wouldn’t be there, so I was safe. As for Ray, he clearly didn’t recognize me. I held my hand flat, at the horizontal, and circled my face with it. “Beauty’s where you find it.”
He paused and squinted at me. “Mary?” He chuckled, tingles shooting down my spine before going kerplewie in my crotch. “Mary, is that you?”
I nodded. I held out my hand. “Barry, but yes.” Three-two-one contact. Flesh met flesh as his hand grabbed mine. Kapow replaced kerplewie, my c**k sudd
