It was to no avail as I lost the final
hole and as we were walking back to the locker room, he asked me,
“When would you like hotdicks to get together?” My head was spinning and I
didn’t really know what I wanted to do. “Maybe later in the week,” I
answered.
“Ok, here’s my number,” he said as he handed me his business card.
“Call me and let me know when you want to meet.” I just nodded and
quickly changed and left the club. My mind was spinning as I drove
home. I was wondering if I could go through with it or not.
Not that I didn't have the chance either. I had lots of chances to
cop a little trim on the side and never once did. I even had a few guys
proposition me, like you did back when you were a kid.
Let’s meet
tomorrow hotdicks for a drink at my place and we’ll talk about it.” “Sounds
good to me,’’ I said quickly. “What’s the address?”
After writing down the information, I hung up the phone. I tried to
make myself busy to keep my mind off tomorrow for the rest of the day. The next morning, I got up, had my usual breakfast and shower and
headed over to Sam’s about 1:30.
He grinned, and explained that when money has been mismanaged or embezzled, most
businesses prefer getting it all back quietly to pressing charges against the
embezzler and perhaps thereby giving other employees ideas of their own, and
meanwhile needlessly distressing stockholders. Of course the malefactor had to
disappear and never reappear again, or Brian would be obliged to order his hotdicks
arrest. I nodded and agreed.
Not for the same reasons I had been nervous before.
this time I was nervous about meeting her and what would happen. But I was very
happy, too. My friends noticed it, too.
