Date: Sun, 20 Apr 2014 16:26:05 -0700
From: Mark James <mjliterary45@gmail.com>
Subject: Low Hanging Fruit 5 by Mark James

Low Hanging Fruit 5 by Mark James
(All models shown are over the age of 18)


Dad started work on January 2nd and we hardly saw him for the next
month. Starting a company from scratch is a lot of work

I had decided to attend public school to finish the year and it started on
January 6, 2009 so I had a week to explore the city. It turned out that mom
wanted the same thing and wanted me to go with her, so we saw the sights
together until Saturday. Saturday morning we took down all of the Christmas
decorations and hauled the trees out to be picked up. In the afternoon I
went over to an adult bookstore in Tempe. I took my fake id with me
although it turned out that I didn't need it. I guess I looked over 18. In
fact I looked older than some of the guys from ASU cruising in the arcade.

After wandering around for a while I found out that the arcade had lots of
booths but only 6 had glory holes, 2 sets of three face to face across a
narrow aisle. There was an aisle of booths that only had room for the
person sitting in it. On the other end of the glory hole aisle there were
three larger booths that would accommodate 5 or 6 people at a time. The two
sets of 3 booths with glory holes always seemed to have some overweight old
guy sitting in the middle booth which was fine if all you wanted was a blow
job. All of the young action seemed to take place in the 3 large booths and
two other booths in a side corridor up the hallway unless Action seemed to
depend upon eye contact and then by going to one of the unoccupied booths
where you hoped the guy you had made eye contact with followed you into the
booth. There was a mix of people and they seemed to find what they wanted
and didn't or left because the turnover was pretty good.

I guess my mother was right about my looks because everybody in the place
tried to attract me as soon as I walked in the arcade. There were 3 or 4
young guys I wouldn't mind blowing me but there wasn't anybody I really
wanted to blow so I just leaned against the wall and watched the
parade. After a while this cute stud in a white t-shirt came around the
corner stripping off his t-shirt while he walked. I had an instant erection

He wasn't handsome he was cute with a look of pure innocence and just
enough muscle to give him a great well shaped body and a set of abs to die
for. His jeans settled near his crotch exposing his white playboy briefs
around his waist 4 inches below his navel. There was a patch of hair on his
well muscled chest. The reason he took off his shirt was he knew what he
had and he was flaunting it just like a peacock displaying his tail
feathers in his mating dance. He got my attention and everybody else's in
the arcade.

He made a circuit of the room checking out what was there and then walked
by and smiled at me. Then he went over to one of the large empty booths,
turned back, looked at me and went inside. I quickly walked to the door,
went inside and locked the door. He was standing in front of the video
machine feeding a dollar into it.  I stopped behind him, slid my hands and
arms under his arms and caressed his chest and stomach. I know he could
feel the hard bulge in my jeans pushing against his ass. I nuzzled his neck
with my lips and he leaned his head back against me. I kissed his ear.

I pushed my hands inside his shorts on both sides and pushed his shorts and
jeans to his ankles which left me on my knees facing his butt, which was
beautiful, round and muscular. I kissed his beautiful globes and then
licked all over them. His skin was like silk. He moaned, shifted sideways
to give him room, bent over, spread his cheeks and moaned, "Lick my ass."

I licked up and down his crack and all around his asshole.

"Please man, "Eat my asshole," and he used his muscles to cause his asshole
to open slightly and close. "Lick my ass."

So I licked his asshole for a while, then speared it with my tongue and
slid it in his anal canal as far as I could and then I closed my lips
around it and sucked on it.

"Oh that is so fucking great man."

I kept at it for about 5 minutes then I sat back to give my tongue a
respite. He turned around, said, "Suck me" and pushed his 5.5 inch cut cock
at my lips. I opened up and he slid his cock in until my nose was in his
pubic hair.

"Oh yeah man, suck the whole thing, deep throat me."

I took his balls in one hand and used the other to massage his stomach
muscles as I went up and down on his cock with my lips.

"Oh fuck man."

He locked his hands behind his head, rocked his body and pushed and pulled
his cock in and out of my mouth with his hips.

"Yeah man, fuck, suck it, I'm gonna shoot."

And he did right in my mouth. I swallowed in down as he unloaded and licked
his cock clean as I withdrew.

He pulled up his pants, put on his t-shirt and without looking at me, said
"Thanks" and walked out the door.

I got up and went back out into the arcade. I had gotten what I wanted I
couldn't figure out why I wasn't satisfied. Maybe it was because I had not
come also.

I leaned against the wall again and watched the guys go by. It was mostly
new guys. One cute hot guy built long and lean with his shirt open and his
jeans hanging low on his hips walked past me, turned and looked back, but
kept on walking. There wasn't far to walk so I knew he would be around
again unless he got snatched up by somebody else. He came back from the
other direction, saw me and stopped and stood, watched and waited and let
his eye catch mine. I smiled, he smiled and I walked to the door of the
room I had just left and went in and put a dollar in the machine.

I unbuttoned the top button on my jeans. He walked in and locked the
door. I ripped open my jeans and let them fall as I pushed my briefs off my
hips. My 7 Inches of hard cut cock stood at attention in front of me. I
pushed my t-shirt over my head and secured it behind my neck.

He crossed the room, went to his knees and took my cock in his mouth and
sucked it. That was obviously what he wanted and he was good at it. He
sucked me like a vacuum cleaner for five minutes and then when I was about
to come he stopped and said, "Can I rim you."

I turned around, leaned over and reached back and spread my cheeks. He had
a large wet tongue and he licked up and down my crack, before he went after
my asshole, licking and sucking and trying to stick his tongue up my anal
canal.

Then he got up, took of his shirt, took a condom out of his pocket and
dropped his pants. He turned me around, put the condom on my cock and said
"Fuck me."

He turned, bent over and grabbed his ankles. I stepped up to his ass and
slid my cock in his ass and slowly fucked him.

"That's great man. It feels so good."

He stood up; I wrapped my arms around his torso and fucked him in that
position for a few minutes before I came.

I pulled out and he started jacking his cock.

I got down on my knees and sucked on the head of his cock while he
continued to stroke it. I could see him tense and then he pulled back and
shot off on my mouth. I quickly grabbed his cock in my mouth and took the
rest of his load and then I deep throated his cock until it began to
soften.

He pulled away, pulled up his pants, put his shirt back on, said, "Thanks
man that was hot," and walked out the door.

I got dressed and followed him out. I drove home feeling sated but slightly
depressed about the whole thing thinking there must be more to it than just
getting my rocks off.

School was a drag, I was ahead in some classes and behind in others. I
wasn't involved in any sports in school and I missed that. There were more
cliques in this school than there was in the one in Iowa and it was a
different kind of crowd. Most kids had parents who made a lot of money
otherwise they couldn't afford to live in Scottsdale and most cliques
formed around economic status although there were still jock and nerd
cliques. I certainly wasn't going to reveal that I was independently
wealthy in my own right and wasn't willing to trade on my parents economic
status just to fit in. What surprised the hell out of me was that there was
a GLBT (Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual, and Transgender) club on campus although
that appeared to merely identify targets for bullying rather than stopping
it. I wasn't going to reveal my sexual orientation in such an environment
and decided early on to finish my senior year via the internet but I still
had to get through this last semester, somehow I didn't fit in high school

anymore.I made casual friends and did become friends with the quarterback
of the football team and some of his friends but only because we met
playing tennis

Dad asked me if I wanted to learn how to play golf with him. He got a
membership which included our family in The Country Club at DC Ranch as
part of his Employment contract.

He said, "You will probably be better at it than me since you are
younger. I don't remember you ever trying golf before. I don't have to be
very good I just need to know how to play but since you enjoy sports and
aren't involved in any at school I thought you might to try something
new. The club has tennis, swimming, a gym and lots of organized activities
for teens so you will have something else to do if you don't like
golf. Besides it will give us some together time. We don't get much of that
any more.

Your mother and I recognize that you don't like your school so this will
give you another social outlet until you finish the year, and then we will
find you an internet school to finish high school. We think you ought to
finish high school even if you don't really need the diploma. It is like a
life milestone.

Whether you go to college is up to you, but I think Ellen will be
disappointed if you don't even though she will pay for it and even though
you could easily pay for it yourself.

Why are you crying? What did I say?"

"I got up, walked over and hugged him. I love you Dad and I would be
honored to learn to play golf with you."

Mom walked in and said, "What is all the crying about."

I walked over and hugged her and said, "Because I love you mom... and dad."

"I love you too son, now what brought this on."

"Because dad wants me to learn to play golf with him."

"And that's why you are both crying."

We both laughed and I said, "You had to be here mom."

"Nobody asked me to play golf."

We both looked at her in amazement. "Honey," my father said, "You have
never indicated any interest in sports since I first met you."

"So what. Maybe its time. Is there any reason we can't all learn how to
play together? I certainly have the time since I no longer work and have a
maid to keep the house clean, a gardener to keep the yard up, and even a
chef to cook when we have guests."

"No," dad said, "there is no reason why we can't learn together."

"Good, now you have me crying too. Let's have another hug."

So we did. Hug that is and we also started taking golf lessons
together. That promised to use up my spare time.

Book sales were down for December. The foreclosure book brought in $750,000
and the How to make money book brought it just over $2,000,000. I guess
Christmas presents were ahead of anything for most people else even if your
house was going into foreclosure.

I didn't have enough time to keep up the newsletters and the blog so dad
hired someone to do it. The number of success stories we received was
amazing and combined with the plug from Ellen Degeneres at Christmas drove
unit sales of the books to about 20,000 a week in January.

On January 20th our buy order for Apple stock was tripped at $80.00 but was
filled at $77.00 for an investment of $10,010,000.

One evening when Dad managed to get home for dinner he explained to mom and
me what he was doing.

He said, "26 banks with assets totaling $374,000,000,000 failed in
2008. The housing market is awash with foreclosed homes. Not just the ones
from failed banks but from others who are about to fail and others that
just have two many foreclosed homes on their books. Banks are failing at
the rate of 3 a week during January and it looks like that will continue.

Housing prices have dropped 30 to 50% percent in 2008 and prices will
continue to fall in 2009. It is a buyers market if you have the money. If
you know the right people and have cash, houses can be bought from strapped
banks and the FDIC for literally pennies on the dollar.  That is why they
hired me because I know the right people.

New home construction has literally stopped with many subdivisions just
standing partially completed when sales stopped and contractors went
bankrupt leaving banks holding literally worthless assets which had secured
their construction loans.

The quickest way to make money is to buy cheap and to resell well below the
current market price for homes. There are still lots of buyers for homes,
but they are all looking for deals. A home previously selling for
$1,000,000, now worth $500,000 that could be bought for $300,000 would be a
stealing deal for them. There were about 240,000 million dollar homes in
California. A foreclosure home bought for $100,000 from a bank and resold
for $300,000 would be tripling your money in a matter of months. Even if
you paid $200,000 for the house and sold it for $350,000 it would be a good
deal with a 75 % profit.

The downside is that reselling below market beats down the resale value of
all of the homes around it and leaves a lot of people owing more on their
home than what the house is worth. From an investors point of view although
they might be making 200% on their money half of it was going to Uncle Sam
in taxes.

This situation is only going to last for a year or two and then all of the
really cheap prices will be gone, because we are not the only company that
will be taking advantage of the situation.

Personally I figure that if we held property for a year long term capital
gains kicked in and that meant only 15% instead of 50% in taxes and you got
to sell not only at market but you got any increase in value in the house
as well as rental income and depreciation on the house. I figured that the
price of houses was going up again no matter how bad the market looked
right now. On our hypothetical sample discussed previously the profit would
be $400,000 if the house sold at market and $360,000 after taxes or twice
that if it was held until the market completely recovered. That is the way
I am investing our own money. It is way more complicated and time consuming
than the first method.

I explained all of this to my 3 investors as owners of the company but they
decided by a 2 to 1 vote to take the fast money option. Their rationale was
that they had only a limited window of opportunity to buy and resell houses
and they wanted their investment to remain liquid and not be tied up in
property for an extended period of time even though the era of really cheap
foreclosed houses wouldn't last long. Taxes were not an issue with most of
the investors because they had oil depletion allowance credits to offset
the income.

I had the agreement drawn up in memo of understanding and signed by the
owners as members of the Board of Directors. I also reiterated in the memo
that portion of my contract that allowed me complete freedom to invest on
my own or with other syndicates and that it did not create a conflict of
interest with my position as President of the company.

There were 2,300,000 foreclosures in 2008 and it looked like the rate would
as high or higher in 2009 and with banks failing at a record number there
is no shortage of houses to buy, but they are not all $1,000,000 houses
selling at a discount. The government invested literally trillions of
dollars in rescuing the banks and the American economy thus giving banks
the incentive to almost literally give away foreclosed home to well-heeled
investors.

While we suggested in our book that investors should buy and sell lower
priced homes because they required less money there was no reason the same
advice couldn't be applied to higher priced homes. I plan on concentrating
on higher priced homes which return a greater profit per unit."

Dad and the whole family were invited to the FBR Open held January 31st
through February 3rd. It is now known as the Phoenix Open. We had a seat in
a box overlooking the 18th hole and watched the whole golf tournament on an
enormous flat screen TV.

Dad took the next Saturday off and we all went to the country club for
breakfast with one of the instructors from the golf pro shop and we
discussed how to proceed. We spent the rest of the morning buying clubs and
all the other stuff we needed and then after lunch we spent most of the
afternoon learning the basics of golf and making fools of our selves
hitting the ball around. But we had to start somewhere and we had fun. We
had dinner in the restaurant and when we got home we all went to bed early.

Mom and I went back to the club every day after school and practiced. The
club pro told us to stop doing that, that we would wear ourselves out and
end up quitting in disgust. He said a couple of hours a day for a couple of
days a week would let us adjust mentally and physically. He said it is
supposed to be fun if you let it.

It felt weird to be running around in shorts in February but it felt like
the Arizona winter was over. Mom and dad were in Nevada and California for
the week. I went to the country club and worked on my golf game with my
coach for a couple of hours then I went to the pool and swam for a
while. There was an older nice looking guy there who I caught staring at me
from time to time. He had a nice swimmer's build, long, lean and muscular
and he was wearing a Speedo which didn't hide much. I figured he must have
been in his mid thirties about the same age as my father. I was laying in a
chaise lounge watching him as he went swam laps.

"Damn," I thought, "he swims like greased lightening."

He got out of the pool and walked around to where he had laid his towel and
dried off. He was only a couple of chairs away.

"Where did you learn to swim like that?"

He turned around and looked me up and down and said, "I used to compete in
college. I was watching you before you are not bad either. Are you new
here? I don't think I've ever seen you before."

I laughed. "Yep, I'm a virgin. I've only been here about a month. My dad's
a member which allowed me to be also."

"I don't believe you are a virgin." He said with a grin.

Yeah, I though, "He is hitting on me."

"I was never in a country club before we moved to Scottsdale I guess that
makes me a country club virgin."

"Oh is that what you meant? I'm Chris Markham by the way and you are?"

"I'm Art Hanson and my father is Sam Hanson"

"Well you are certainly that," he said.

"What?"

"I said you are certainly handsome," and he almost casually adjusted the
bulge in his Speedos."

"No," I said, "My name is Hanson, not handsome."

"Still, you are handsome."

"If you say so," I smiled, as I casually laid my hand on top of the hard-on
in my bathing suit.

"Well we seem to understand one another. Are your parents with you?"

"No, they are in Nevada right now on business."

"So you are on your own. Would you like to have dinner with me?"

"You and your wife."

"Just me. No wife."

"I was going to have dinner here."

 "Ok let's go shower and get dressed."

"I'll meet you in the restaurant; I'm in the golf locker room today.

So I met him in the restaurant and had dinner and went back to his house.

Actually we went back to his mansion.

"How many people live here?"

"Just I and my house boy, but he is out tonight. There are maids and
gardeners and others, but they are only here during the day."

"Do you and he..., Shit I'm sorry, it's none of my business?"

"You mean does he have to fuck the boss to keep his job. No. That doesn't
mean that we don't occasionally end up in bed together."

We went to his bedroom and got undressed.  He already had a stiffy. He lay
on his back on the bed with his head on the pillow, spread his legs, bent
his knees and pulled his feet up next to his body in the classic "suck me"
position. I got down to my briefs but couldn't wait; I knelt between his
legs and sucked on his cock. It was cut and probably 6.5 inches just what I
liked. I sucked on the head, went up and down his stalk half way and
occasionally deep throated him as I fondled his balls.

He was into everything I did with my mouth. There was a constant refrain of
oh's and ah's, stroking of my head and moaning as I worked his cock. His
enjoyment of my enjoyment really turned me on. My cock was pushing against
my briefs begging to be released. I didn't take my mouth off of his cock
though I just worked my briefs off with my hand while I continued to
pleasure him.  Then I moved up further between his legs and jacked his cock
while the head of my cock pressed against his asshole. I leaned over his
head and we enthusiastically kissed. Then I climbed over his body, sat on
his chest and let him suck on my cock.

He loved sucking on the head of my cock and never sucked on more than the
first 3 or 4 inches, but he loved in when I played keep away with my cock
or when I made him take in it his mouth and face fucked him. Every few
minutes I would go down and we would kiss and I would suck on his tongue
and he would reciprocate. Finally I pulled my cock away and worked my legs
back between his as I kissed his face, neck, and armpit and then worked my
way down his chest and stomach. He pulled his legs back and brought his
hips up and I was staring at his beautiful asshole.

"Oh my god," I said and buried my tongue in his crack, licked his asshole
and then buried my face there and licked and slurped and sucked on his
asshole. I was ohing and awing and so was he as I licked and sucked, came
up for air and licked and sucked some more, again and again. I got my
tongue as stiff as I could and worked it up his asshole as far as I could
get it 4 or 5 times between licking and sucking. Every time he ohed or
moaned it revved me up and I must have made love to his asshole for 20
minutes, while he sat there and stroked his cock.

I had been supporting his butt in the air all of this time so I stuck a
pillow under his back to keep his ass in place and then I lay my cock o the
crack of his ass and stroked it up and down his crack for awhile.

"Please fuck me," he asked and handed me a condom and a tube of lubricant.

I got the condom on and got us both lubed up and worked the head of my cock
at the entrance to his asshole and it went in and he moaned loudly. I let
it slide out and then slid it in and out 3 or 4 more times and then slowly
slid my cock all the way in his as I lay my body on top of his and kissed
his ear and then worked my way to his mouth, kissing him in between the
satisfied moans that he made each time I worked my cock in and out of his
ass. We worked like this for about 5 minutes and then I had to shift my
body or I would get a cramp.

He spread his legs sideways and I held my torso up with my arms and
anchored myself with my knees and fucked him by raising and lowering my
whole body. After a bit I brought my knees to just behind his and used them
for support as I continued to fuck him. I had never fucked anybody who was
so vocal about it before and I think our mutual moaning and groaning made
the whole episode that much more erotic. In fact I had never had sex in a
place where we could be as noisy and loud as we wanted.

But finally I needed surcease from even that position and I flipped us over
so that I was on the bottom and he was on top sitting on my cock. In that
position I grabbed his butt with both hands and used my hips to fuck his
ass almost always all the way in and all the way out. Our moans got louder
every time I buried my cock in his ass. He would bend over and we would
kiss.

He was jacking his cock and I could tell he was about to come. I opened my
mouth and gestured for him to come in my mouth. He moved up my body and I
raised my legs and brought them forward thus keeping my cock up his ass as
he brought his cock near my mouth and shot his load down my throat.

Then he moved back and I continued to fuck him. When I felt I was coming I
twisted out from under him, had him on his back, stripped off the condom
and shot my load allover his mouth and in to it. I then fed him my cum
covered cock and let him suck it clean.

Then I leaned over his face, kissed him, sucked on his tongue and kicked up
my cum where it was around his mouth. Then I flopped down beside him and
said, "That was fucking unbelievable sex."

"Yes it was you were fucking fantastic. How many times have you done that?"

"I've never done that."

"I've paid hustlers $1,000 before and never got anything like that."

"I guess it's different when you do it because you want to rather than
because you are paid to do it. I enjoyed it and obviously so did you so
that made it so much better for me. This was a whole lot better than a
quickie in the woods or through a glory hole although I have to admit they
have there own redeeming qualities.

Being in a bed with privacy certainly makes a difference for me. That is
the problem with sex when you are 16; everybody knows where I am supposed
to be most of the time. My parents know I'm gay so that is not a problem
but nobody else knows it except for my sex partners. I still have to get
through high school so coming out now is not an option. I'm surprised you
wanted to have sex with me knowing my age."

"I am too, but after talking with you I realized that you were just a guy
looking for sex, not blackmail so I took a chance. Beside that money is
power and I have good lawyers and a lot of money."

"Well I don't want your money, but speaking of lawyer's dad was going to
get me the name of a lawyer to call in case I ever got arrested. I guess I
ought to ask him for a name."

"Let me give you a name. Have your dad check him out if you want. It's
probably something I know more about than your dad does. He is not cheap
but he is good. "

He walked down the hall to his office and got the lawyers card and gave it
to me.

"Come to think of it he was also going to find me a gay doctor in case I
ever picked up an STD. Do you have someone you could recommend?"

"Seeing as how I am a full service referral agency it so happens I do. "

He went down the hall again and brought me another card.

I felt stupid. I blushed and said, "I'm sorry, I realize how pushy that
must have seemed to you."

He smiled and said, "It's no problem I am glad to help."

We showered, got dressed and went to the living room.

"Well, I won't compound my felony by offering you alcohol, but I have soft
drinks, Gatorade, water, tea, coffee?

"I've never had alcohol but I will take a coke. I tried beer but don't like
the taste and have never had occasion to drink hard liquor. I've seen what
it does to people and right now I have no interest."

"That's smart. I assume your father wants you to have a lawyer handy in
case you get arrested for a sex violation, is that right?"

"I guess so I never gave it much thought, since I don't pick up guys and
pay them for sex."

"I don't know if you are aware of the extent of the laws regarding sex from
a criminal viewpoint. If you get arrested and convicted for pissing in
public anywhere, you are classified as a sex offender and have to register
with the police wherever you go for the rest of your life. The same is true
for having sex in the woods or exposing you genitals in public, in a public
restroom, in a car or in anywhere else in public view. Ignoring the law
regarding your age, the crime is not having sex it is having sex in public
or soliciting sex from a cop in an undercover sting operation.

I assume from some of the comments that you have made that you pick up most
of your sex partners in various public locations which will keep you always
at risk of arrest. Unfortunately for most people those are the only sources
they have to find sex partners if they want to remain anonymous.

For people with money there are safer avenues for sex like private clubs
and sex parties. There are private places for guys under 18 and many are
hosted by "chicken Hawks" if you like sex with older guys. The object is to
stay out of public and frequently to remain anonymous."

"Have you ever been to a gay bathhouse?"

"No, I don't think I could get it."

"Well you look 18 and with a fake ID you could probably get in, but you
have to show ID which gives your address and they are still subject to
being raided. Would you like to go to an orgy tonight?"

"I really don't know what you mean?"

"I belong to a private sex club which has all of the accoutrements of a gay
bath house, but is strictly members only. Because of the cost only people
with money can afford to join but it is much higher quality than a gay bath
house. You can attend as my guest. Many guys wear masks because they don't
want to be recognized. You would be surprised at how many famous people are
bi-sexual or gay.

Saturday night is orgy night, which means there is a large dimly lit or
dark room where everybody is naked or with a towel and anything
goes. Tonight is youth night and all of the guys will be 18-23.

If you don't like what you find there, there are individual rooms, glory
holes, movies, saunas, steam rooms, swimming pools, showers, lockers,
etc. available outside of the orgy room with guys from 18-90.

I also know a number of gay guys below the age of 18 who I could introduce
you to. That way you would at least know some other wealthy gays your own
age. They have gay parties and trips where you could meet other guys. It
would give you a circle of gay acquaintances who might become friends. Most
of them go to private schools so it is not likely that you would meet
anyone from your high school, although it is certainly possible that you
might.

If you just want sex I know a few masseurs who would be happy to take you
on as a client. They all give various kinds of happy ending massages
depending upon what you would like on a particular day.

If you just want to hang out and cruise I can introduce you to some nice
gay restaurants and other gay businesses in various gay neighborhoods in
Scottsdale and other neighboring cities.

That ought to be enough choices to keep you out of the arcades, public
restrooms and woods with all of the attendant danger of arrest."

"God, I'm overwhelmed. Talk about a surfeit of choices. I never expected
this; I really don't know how to thank you."

"By staying out of jail. I enjoyed having sex with you and would like to do
so again, but I don't think it would be wise but there is no reason we
couldn't play golf together or have an occasional dinner. Do you want to go
to the orgy?

"Yes, but I'm not going too. I may want to join the group when I turn 18,
so I don't want to blow it now, no pun intended."

"Smart choice!"

"One more thing, have you had any boxing or martial arts training and have
you ever been in a real fight."

"No why?"

"Gays are not popular everywhere so it helps from a personal viewpoint to
be able to defend yourself against unprovoked attacks. A friend of mine
gives classes on how to defend yourself in most situations. You don't have
to spend years learning how to box or becoming a black belt in judo. He has
a class starting next week if you are interested. Here is his number.

Well let me give you all this info I just promised then I will push you out
the door. I am sure you can find better ways to spend Saturday night than
with me."


To be continued