I'd just walked out of a Seven-Eleven to board my car when I saw that someone had pulled up behind my car and blocked me in. The parking lot was crowded and other cars had also been blocked in. As I waited for the owner of the car to come out, I noticed my friend Jon in the store. He looked young (perhaps in his early 20s). He was thin and muscular, his hair was cut short in a burr, and he was wearing a pair of dark-rimmed glasses and a white tee shirt. I immediately walked over to the store window and motioned to him. When he saw me he turned and walked out.

I hadn't seen Jon in a long time and was happy to run into him. He pointed to his red pickup truck and explained that he'd come here to pick up one of his cows which had wandered away from his farm. Since we were more than 30 kilometers from his farm, I was surprised a cow could travel that far. He said this was the second time it had happened.

We climbed into the cab of his truck and began talking. I asked him about his law practice and he indicated he was still practicing law, but not much. He simply spent much of his time loafing. Today he was going to go to a friend's house to pass the time, and he asked me if I'd like to go with him. His invitation opened a floodgate of thoughts in my mind. If I accompanied Jon, we'd undoubtedly first drink some beer. It was still fairly early in the morning, and I knew if I just drank one beer, I would end up wasting the whole day. Chances were I would continue drinking all day. And I really couldn't afford to do that. I was working on some things which I simply had to attend to.

Nevertheless, the idea of going with Jon was heartily enticing. I retained many fond memories of the hearty times we'd spent partying together. It seemed as if we would always have a good time if we went out carousing. And I had been cooped up for such a long time, the prospect of taking a day off and cutting loose was hard to resist.

I capitulated and told Jon I would go. As he started the engine and pulled out, I told him the only thing I needed to do first was run into the Gay Street House (just across the street) and pick up my eyeglasses. Jon pulled the truck around to the Gay Street side of the House and I jumped out. I darted into the House and began searching in the small front office for my glasses. Although I spotted several different pairs of glasses, none were mine. Finally I found an old pair of ugly gray-framed glasses which I had always disliked. But since I didn't see anything else, those would have to do. Since I thought I would probably end up not coming home until the following day, I also picked up an extra pair of blue jeans and a shirt. It was hard to say where I would end up spending the night. I would have to call my mother later and tell her I wouldn't be in, that I was spending the night with Jon.

Just as I was about to leave, my father walked into the room. His appearance astounded me. He looked exactly like John Travolta at the age of 20. His thick hair was coal black and hanging down to his shoulders. I commented that he looked even younger than I, and he replied that he thought he looked about 20 years old. He only stayed for a moment, then turned and left.

With my clothes and glasses in hand, I hurried back outside and jumped into Jon's truck and we headed down the street. As we cruised along, I thought about what we would be doing today. Would we end up with any women? I told Jon I had recently gone out with a couple girls, that I had been unfaithful to my wife Carolina. I repeated the word "unfaithful" more than once, studying the ramifications of the word. When I mentioned that one girl had been Penny Bressler, a shapely tramp I had known in college, Jon made fun of the fact that she had a scar on her face from an auto accident. But I defended her, maintaining that the scar was very small, and that she had one of the best bodies I knew of. Nevertheless, knowing what a reputation Penny had, I felt a bit squeamish for having taken up with her again.

***

I awoke, lying in a bed, and realized Jon was lying next to me. Both of us were naked, lying under a cover. I slowly realized Jon had his hand on my scrotum, examining my testes. He wasn't touching me in a sexual way, but merely seemed curious. However, it wasn't long before he rolled over on top of me, touching me with his penis. I immediately told him to get off. Since it seemed we were in my father's Gay Street House, I was afraid my father might walk in and get the wrong idea about what was going on here.

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