....Tammy?.....No, doesn't feel right.....Tanya.....for now, atleast until we sort this out."I put sugar and milk in my coffee, stirred it, but I coul...dn't pick thecup up. My hands were shaking so much I would have spilled it. Funny. Ihad carried the cups over to the counter all right. I suppose I couldfeel crunch-time coming."OK, tell me again why you didn't tell me all this before we gotmarried." Oh, Cathy, you can't imagine the shame and guilt that goes with this.I've hidden it for years, all. My bus stop was coming up so as before I reached up to press the bell and then stood up and got very close to my mystery lady, so close in fact that my thighs was pressing against her knee and my bulging shorts in her direct eyeline, her hand came back and rested on her knee with her fingers brushing against my thigh.I looked around and apart from the driver the bus was empty and her fingers were now rubbing my thigh in a soft ‘accidental’ manner.The bus seemed to get stuck in traffic as her. The wife asked if I wanted to go glory hole with her. How could I refuse. The glory hole set up was simple but effective. A cube or square steel frame welded up. 3 sides sheeted in raw ply wood and one open side. Inside a massage table up against one wall and a sex swing mounted in the center. The massage table had 2 positions, a hole at the head end for sucking while being massaged and another larger hole at the end of the table to stick a ass out off. Female on back poking her bits out and a. Many of them are tending the soil, dragging sacks of what I really hope is fertilizer. Nimrod waves cheerfully and everyone waves back. He doesn't stop to talk, but leads me on. Against the west wall he points out the small drain at the back of the wall, where the ground seems to sloop downward."What is that?" I ask as I point to the clump of thin pole like vegetation. "Against the wall over there." Bamboo," he answers smugly."Bamboo." I think back to my spar with Gunga Din and the unfamiliar.