I decided to go take a bath to wash away the jizz I had scorned on myself. The water felt good on me, but I couldn’t get the impressed image of Carlos out of my head. It was like it had engraved itself in my mind. The warmth of our bodies pressing against one another and the sweet nectar that oozed from him. All this gave me once again another boner. I had to stop this, I’m married and even if my sexuality did ling tours men, I didn’t even know if Carlos was gay. 
           The irrational behavior was strange to me. I never found men attractive in the past. I mean, I use to take showers with men in high school and we’d mess around and jump on one another naked and yet I never became sexually appealed because of it. All this was new to me and I didn’t like it.  The feeling that I might be attracted to the same sex is highly over whelming. I didn’t have any problem with gays and I wasn’t much religious, it’s just that I’m married and I want to have kids with this lady. Now all of a sudden I’m plagued with the fact I might be gay or possibly bisexual. 
           After my shower, I decided to get ready for work. It was five in the morning and I still had two hours before work but Sara was asleep and I didn’t think it wise to wake her for some fun time before work. With the dream I just had, my A game probably wouldn’t be at its best in bed. After I had combed my hair, brushed my teeth, and flossed, I decided to read the news paper at the dinner table. Flipping through the headlines and reading some articles in the Politics section, I stumbled upon a murder case that intrigued me. It was about a spree of murders that took place the other night. I man and woman had been drowned in an underground swimming pool. Apparently the couple was taking a swim and somehow the protective layer for the pool had closed over them. Neither must have noticed because both of them died. There were no witnesses, the couple probably wouldn’t have been found if it wasn’t for they had a nurse who came to take care of the lady of the house because of some illness that the article didn’t mention. Probably because police don’t like reporters giving the whole scoop of a situation that might be deemed personal information. Though it seems the hubby and wife don’t really have relatives or children. The article would have mentioned them unless the reporter was an amateur, they would know that giving info on the family members makes the story more exasperating and makes people want to read more to find out what the children are feeling from the possible murder and how they would react if the murderer is caught. The report was well written so the reporter certainly had been doing it for a while. I looked down at the bottom of the paper and was shocked to find the name of the reporter who did the story was “Carlos Rezzarro”. 
           Around this time my lady walked in to meet me at the table. She lingered over and kissed me on the maw. It was a normal everyday kiss me and her shared and it felt right to me. Maybe Carlos and I was just some crazy fantasy my brain made up to please itself. I mean Sara and me haven’t really tried anything new in the bed for a while so maybe my body was just getting bored with all the casual sex and nothing more. “So why exactly are you up so early?” “I couldn’t sleep; it was just one of those nights where something was just stuck on my mind is all. And no, I will not share my dreams with you Sara.” “Oh why, are they little erotic’s playing in your head?” “The only erotics in my head are of me and you on a nice warm beach naked having sex with a sun set and emerald water surrounding us.” “Oh, you just think your some kinds of romantic don’t you? Anyways, I’m going into work early today, got a big meeting with my boss at the office, hoping to get a promotion.” “Well let’s hope you get it.” Sara works as a lawyer but she has to work under this ass hole of a man because she hasn’t been able to set up her own office yet. She works long hours but the dick is supposed to be helping her get the ropes of the business and help her get her own place. I’m always teasing her, saying that on day he’ll be working for her and he will be calling her a dick. Sara sat and talked with me for about half an hour and then took off for work to see if she gets the promotion, though I have no idea what she actually gets out of it. 
          Since Sara was gone and there was nothing else to do, I decided to go ahead and head into work myself. I drove my Porte and parked in the usual parking spot at the office. I always felt a Porte was a girl’s car but it was the best I could afford. It was a nice sunny day which was rare for Chicago at this time of the year. It’s normally very moody feeling and kind of makes you feel a little depressed unless you’re at a night club or hanging around the party spots in town that many of the youths nicknamed Cops Orgy. It was called that because of the fact that about eighty percent of all arrest happened there because of kids abusing alcohol or fights braking out. I walked into the front of the building and waved hello to Shirley at the front desk as I approached the elevator. I pressed the button and soon the elevator landed on the first floor and I had to move out the way as a swarm of people came fluttering out. I got in the elevator with two other men and pressed my floor number which was seven. The other men pressed theirs as the elevators doors closed. Some Furries like being in an elevator because of the closeness, but I wasn’t so keen on it so it was good to see not many people were on it this morning. 
            My floor opened up and I walked over to my office door. Outside was my real secretary, Martha not Sara. She greeted me and I smiled at her, then walked passed and into my office. I relaxed, fired up my computer, and turned on my desk light. I had a few little sticky notes posted on my computer, one with a phone number on it with a heart around it. I laughed because I knew who did it. The number was probably for some pizza joint or some kindergarten class. The person who did it was my sec, Martha. She use to do it a lot when she got settled in once she realized how I acted and that I wouldn’t fire her for a practical prank. She found it funny but I soon realized it was her and now I just pretend to play along and act clueless to it. After all, Martha is a seventeen year old girl whose mother abandoned her and father ignores. I’ve had to let her stay at my house a few times in the passed because her father would just up and leave and wouldn’t even tell her where he was going. I asked her many times to get a court order to move out. I give plenty of money so I know she can afford an apartment some where, but yet she hasn’t done so. I think she worries since he has no one, even though he doesn’t show it, he’s happy she doesn’t leave him like her mother. 
               I didn’t have much time to relax. Soon after I sat down, Martha informed me the boss wanted to see me. His name is Mr. Bricks; he’s always angry at something and reminds me of a mafia boss more then a news paper boss. I walked into his office and greeted him. He didn’t look like he wanted to greet me back. “What the Hell do you think this place is Madagin? Do you think this is a place of play and lollygagging?” “No sir, but I don’t get what’s wrong.” “What’s wrong is the mother fucking fact that I haven’t received a single God damn report from you in a week! Are you just sitting around sticking your dick out and seeing if yours is bigger then one of the other worthless piece of crap shit heads in this joint?” “No sir, it’s just tha…” “I don’t want to hear your excuses, if you don’t get me a story by the end of the week, then you can walk out of here with your tail between your legs and go work at a fucking whore house. Do you understand what I’m saying to you?” “Yes sir.” ‘Good then get the hell out of my office.” 
            When I got back to my office I was so pissed. That damn bitch acts like stories are everywhere and I’m purposely not trying to find them. It’s not like I can just shit a story. I got so mad I decided to go downstairs for a smoke. I walked out into the parking lot and sat on a bench in the smoking area. It was a bit hot out and I was wearing a suit but it was still a nice day. What I wouldn’t give to be at the beach right this moment. I took in the scenery around me. It wasn’t much but the people who own the building at least out up some decorations and planted some flowers to make the place a little more fun to be even though we all come here to kill ourselves on all the carcinogens we inhale. 
           I was the only on the bench, there was actually only a few people out here. I started listening to this girl next to me who was talking to some dude about tax reports. Not the most exciting thing to be listening to but still better then just sitting here and doing nothing. I few minutes into their conversation someone sat down beside me. It was Carlos. He looked at me then and smiled. “So, I heard the boss got onto you about no stories being brought in.” He most likely heard it from Martha; she couldn’t keep her mouth shut when she needed to. “So what, it’s none of your business.” “Hey, I’m a reporter, everything is my business.” I laughed at that. He was right, us reporters don’t know when to quite. We get in more danger for a story then the FBI does. We can’t help it; it’s just in our nature. At that moment my dream popped back in my mind and it made me compelled to ask him if he was straight, though I have no idea on how to ask him without him feeling insulted or something. I mean, I guess you could call us friends and all but I don’t think we’re so close that asking him his sexuality would be smart. I decided to use a tactic that reporters all over use. I’d examine and try to nudge it out of him. 
        “To answer your question, yeah, that’s why he yelled at me.” “Aw, ignore that ass hole. He just wants to sit around and make other people pissed since he himself, can’t get laid. I mean, the dude is so ugly, a desperate old lady wouldn’t fuck him.” This made me laugh again and I had to agree with him though the fact that he is mentioning that our boss is ugly might mean he at least has a feminine side when it comes to other men and judging how cute they are. “So just curious man, do you have a girlfriend that you like to pry stories out of?” “Nah, girls aren’t my thing man, I’m gay.” This shocked me since he doesn’t really look gay. I mean he has a nice build and deep manly voice. I mean, I guess I just always thought you could tell if a man was gay. Even though I got my answer, I’m disappointed because I always thought he was straight, and I was hoping that would be the case when I finally did get him to tell me his sexuality. 
          We sat and talked for a bit more before heading back. Strangely I didn’t feel awkward talking to him even though he was gay and I just was mind raped by him in my dream last night. I guess it’s because we’ve known each other for a long time. We got in the elevator and he pressed our floor number. We sat in silent’s for most the ride until we almost reached are floor. When the elevator hit the six floor, Carlos reached over and kissed me on the maw. I was so shocked that I didn’t say anything as he walked out the elevator when we got on our floor. I just stood there not sure if that really just happened. The only thing I was sure about is that this time, it wasn’t a dream but real life.