I think I've made you wait long enough.
After all that ranting I did and the work I did on both stories, I've decided to post them both here for you in on post. You can cast your vote for which one you think is better. The first one I came up with, or the second one that I rebuilt from my swiss cheese memory and what I remember feeling from the first one other than pride. Heaven forbid you leave a comment here, so I'm trying out a polling site where you don't have to log in and be followed in or noted in any way, other than your vote. So here we go. === Remembering For Fun. I may hire this boy again. I found him, or should I say he found me, at the airport. I don't know if he has the best gaydar on the planet, or he saw me checking him out, or he was desperate enough to just try and see if I was game. Oh, I was more than game. I took him with me to my hotel and used his fake name to list him as my roommate. I sent him to take a shower while I unpacked my things for the week I was going to...