Nobody would dare attack me around here."I studied Charlie and realised that every heterosexual male wouldremember her stunning good looks. Additional...ly, most gay males wouldknow of her, if only as the heartbreaker lipstick lesbian who livedopposite their gay club. I would be fairly safe provided I stayed in thegay village with Charlie and Charlie alone. As we danced tight together,I glanced over her shoulder and tensed as I felt greedy eye's watchingus. A whole gang of biker dykes had arrived. He tired quickly, and despite the heavy protective padding we wore, the frequent blows quickly took a toll on him. In less than a minute, I knocked him down and made a kill shot at his throat that I stopped short of completing.“Where the hell did you learn to do that?” he asked between gasping for breaths of air. I was panting, but not nearly as badly as he was.“When I was twelve, I practiced against a tree every day until I could maintain that pace for four minutes. Long before that, I managed. My heart pounded in my chest. "Oberon? Is that you?"The person behind me whispered close by my ear, "You can leave now... if you want." I detected the slightest hint of perfume -- roses. It didn't sound like Oberon. To be honest, it didn't sound like anyone I knew.I swallowed. "No." That was all I could get out. All other words choked my throat.There was no reply, just the hands firmly guiding me forward, into the darkness. My eyes adjusted some but the only light was a dim glow from under the. Satisfied that I was fully aroused and properly lubricated, he grasped my arm and guided me carefully across the stage.After only a few steps he indicated I should stop, then turned my body slightly to my right. I could tell by the soft rustling sounds emanating from the audience that I was once more facing toward them.Again two men grasped my upper arms, easing me back and downward until my butt encountered the butter-soft leather of the bench I had seen earlier. I was then urged by hand.