Under the train bridge, with the dark room down stairs?”“Oh yeah, that was fun, don’t think I got the smell of poppers out of my coat for weeks,” my husband laughed.“Poppers?” Dennis asked.“Oh god, you have so much to learn kid,” I said playfully while grabbing his plate and heading to the kitchen.“Will you guys go with me?”“To the club? Gay porn Last time,” I paused and could feel myself blushing, “remember that place? “Did did you hear about Dennis?” My brother asked.“Nah, I haven’t seen or talked to him since Mum’s service, whats up with him?”“So, he’s left his wife and kids.”“Yeah, oh, isn’t this wife number 2?”And by this point my brother is snickering.“Oh it gets better.”“What?” I asked leaning into the call as if he was sitting across a table from me.“So apparently, he and the wife were having these threesomes with some other guy.”“Ohhhhh, naughty swingers” I joked.“Yeah, but she was out of town, or away, or something, anyway, she came home and found Dennis and this guy fucking in bed without her.”“She was livid and starting beating the shit out of both of them, pulled out a shotgun, police were called etc, Dennis packed his shit, walked out and then announced to everyone, “I’m gay.”“Oh wow, thats a
