’ ‘Does she ever come around here?’ I asked. Yes, I was a puppy indeed. ‘She can’t get in here.’ ‘Why not?’ ‘Her wheelchair won’t... fit in the elevator.’ Of course, this was in the ghastly pre-Americans With Disabilities Act days, when disabled people were meant neither to be seen nor heard. The rest of us were all hot for desegregation and racial equality (I had friends who Freedom Rode, and we all went to all the appropriate demonstrations), but no one thought about gays, Lesbians, or disabled. . ‘“You can stop right there,” I said, as Dan’s fingers were closing around his pistol grips, opening my own folder.“Brian McCaulkey. A lawyer no less. Harvard, my turn to be impressed. You have a beautiful ex-wife and two daughters in Catholic school. Very attractive young women. You know how wild Catholic girls can get, especially when they’re exposed to minorities, their urge to walk on the wild side can be overwhelming at times. Drugs, sex, damage to reputations, no chance to get into the. I smiled, still like an imbecile, for words were beyond me. I was capturedin the excitement of being with this beautiful hunk. A gorgeous malea****l. He wore no tie and his shirt was open, but wasn't it just the topbutton, I thought? When did he unbutton the others? For now it fell open,revealing a slightly hairy chest, natural in dimension, tanned a toastedbronze, capped by two of the most luscious suckable nipples I had ever seenon a man. A womans' nipples on a firm flat muscular chest,. And it were just after noon so I thought I would have a bite to eat. Now I ent thick or nowt but I couldn’t make head or tail o menu so I thought I woud ask waiter. Turns out they has dinner at tea time and noon time was Luncheon. Anyroad I had a feed.Manager come up to me and asked me business, “Looking for a nob to marry,” I said, “Posh bint like, got to be pure mind.”He got wrong end of stick and suggested a couple of whore houses. “Nay I want a woman for keeps see, If I pay out a fair bit.