Gay Bar Seduction
I was in town sheperding a construction job as an engineer and had found the local gay bar. As I walked in, dressed in open necked shirt and sports jacket and slightly tight pants (just in case I got lucky!), I went straight to the bar and ordered a glass of beer. All over the country these places were pretty much the same I thought as I looked around. And here they all were, the trannys, some quite pretty, some grotesque in their attempt at femininity. The San Francisco fags I called them...