I partook of the pleasures of a good Cuban cigar more than once, toked on a blunt or two, maybe more than just two; but kept away from anything else (...not so much for fear of legal consequences, but rather out of my own conscience, and fear of being stupid). I got to eat simple hors d'oeuvres like crackers and cheese, barbeques, buffets, off of a' la carte menus, and nouveau cuisine dishes (although I still don't see what anyone wants with a tastefully- (is that a pun, although I believe it may. Nobody in my life actually knows it though, since they'd never understand. I want to tell them, but how do you walk up to your Dad and tell him that you enjoy having sex with men when he uses the term fag as an insult almost every day. My Mom might be the only one who could understand, but the fact that she'd surely tell my Dad is what keeps me from telling her. My Brother and I hardly even talk, so he's definitely not someone I'd be coming out to.After a few hours of internet surfing, I. "If you want some refreshments, I'll buy. But I'dbetter get to the vendors now because the single melee sessions areabout to get started and I really don't want to miss any more of themthan I have to. They're supposed to be really good ones this year."* * * *Soon, with an iced sherbet and very watered sweet wine for Ilene and aheavy leathern mug of good ale for himself, Derek seated himself besidehis sister, handing her the goodies he'd purchased he settled back tothe bench. He couldn't resist. Entering the Blue lit arena, they’re eyes were greeted by the most stunning dancers imaginable, dotted all around the room some with poles, some in dance cages, or on stages, all in the sexiest lingerie you can get, some topless, some dancing with just boots and stockings on; Nathan instantly aroused by the pleasures his eyes were seeing.Darren managed to sort out a booth with an individual pole away from the rest of the crowd, and after hearing that Nathan Thomas was there awaiting they’re.