Back to the bath house ending
Here it was, late Monday afternoon on Valentine's weekend. I was sitting pretty much alone at the bar at the Island house, sucking down a rum and coke while waiting for Marty to once again become Marti. It was her final day and she had been invited to a drag queen party in Sugarloaf Key she couldn't pass up. I had wanted to come along but she told me this was a "gurls only affair." What the hell, I was ready to go back to my apartment after a beautiful three days of fucking and sucking. John...