At her home, I just didn't know what sort lol We chatted for a while and she explained about the cummings (sorry, couldn't resist) and goings of a buk...kake party.I love being the centre of attention so I thought I might enjoy it, but I was feeling slightly nervous about it so Carol suggested I simply come along and see what I thought to it all with no pressure to join in. This sounded like a great idea and as I was free on the following Saturday night, I got the address details and made my plans. This was a distance of some two blocks, strange in retrospect, but I readily accepted. His car was Southern California all the way, a Jaguar Sedan, leather seats, four on the floor. I was impressed. He quickly drove the two blocks to my quarters and parked in the large lot, inconspicuous between two other cars. The lot was illuminated only by the lights from an entrance, and was quite dark.We talked some more and then as there is in any conversation amongst strangers there was a lull and. After work. I'd sit with the staff and have a meal and wine and we laughed, but I kept looking at the door to see if he would come in and ask if I wanted a drink the way he did that first night. What was going on with me? Why did I want him and not want him? It was crazy. For some reason, I was writing more poetry than erotic stories, and they were all poems of yearning. I got a few of them published on line where I used to publish stories and the response was amazing. A number of guys wanted. The room was the largest private one that I had seen. While not as large as the train shed in Philadelphia, or even the one in Savannah, this was a private hall or something similar, and was easily over a hundred feet wide and twice that long. Churches seldom had halls this large. Additionally the many people here didn’t begin to fill it up, and Margie later told me that there were around a hundred members of the Clan present.I immediately noticed that many of those dancing were so close.