The 10 Year Plan
It’s all man in there.”
    Under ordinary circumstances Myles would have been jealous of the exchange, but he realized Brody would never be tamed. The dancer had about as much chance of getting anything more than a one-night stand out of Brody than a cheerleader had of scoring a touchdown.
    â€œAll this is fine for you Brody, but honestly, what does this have to do with me?” Myles asked.
    â€œEverything, buddy!”
    Myles was dying to see how Brody could rationalize this pointless situation. He knew it made sense in Brody’s twisted brain, but how could he explain it so it made sense to him?
    â€œAre you saying that guys want them, but the guys will go home with me?”
    â€œThat’s exactly what I’m saying! You want a man and these boys will help you get one.”
    â€œNot for me. I want someone who cares about me. Not someone who has sex with me while fantasizing about some greased-up muscle twink in a G-string.”
    â€œSex is sex, buddy. You’ve got to lighten up.” Myles knew when he’s been beaten. This was a dead-end. Brody was never going to be tamed, and he knew it. Sex was sex to Brody and he’d never be able to understand what Myles was looking for. He was running from his feelings, any commitment, and love. Exactly what Myles so desperately wanted. They were on opposite sides of the fence when it came to relationships. If Myles were the “heads” of a coin, Brody would be “tails”. That’s just the way it was and Myles had no choice to accept it.
    â€œGrab that cutie over there. He’s serving mouth shots.”
    Myles glanced at a cute shirtless twink wearing a G-string and carrying a tray with shot glasses. “And possible meningitis! I’ll stick with the cocktail in my partially clean glass,” Myles quipped as he looked at the faint lipstick mark on his glass from a previous patron.
    Brody sensed that Myles was frustrated at him and their most recent conversation. He had wanted nothing more than to show Myles a good time tonight, but suddenly he could see that Myles was entering into a slump and he needed to act quickly.
    â€œWell, in that case, at least tip the go-go boy. Come on, he likes you. Here!” Brody summoned the same boy as earlier and placed a five-dollar bill in Myles’ hand.
    â€œI’d rather not,” he said.
    â€œI know, but do it anyway.” He motioned for the go-go boy to present his tight ass to Myles, who really didn’t mind the taunting. In fact, it was fun. The thought occurred to him that if it weren’t for Brody, his life would be all work and no play. Just the opposite of Brody whose life was mostly play and not a lot of work.
    â€œIn that case, here you go!” Myles stuffed in the bill like a champ and smacked the go-go boy twice on the ass. He looked at Brody to let him know that everything was fine. He wasn’t going to be a downer tonight. He also wanted to prove he wasn’t the prude that everyone thought he was.
    Brody is obviously taken aback at Myles’ skill and assertiveness.
    â€œHey,” Myles told him with a naughty grin, “if I’m going to do it, I might as well do it right!”

Chapter 4
    As Myles sat at his desk in the law firm of Bernstein, Goodman, Scheckman, & Tyler, inundated with paperwork, Diane, his best gal-pal and also an attorney with the firm, walked into his office without so much as a knock on the door. With long brown hair and a slender figure she was smart, cultured, beautiful and classy—the female version of Myles but with Brody’s bravado. Like Brody, she was sexually confident and comfortable at expressing her feelings. She sat on the edge of the desk. Obviously, she planned to say something profound and Myles made for the perfect captive audience.
    â€œPlease Diane, not now, I’m up to my nose in briefs... And not the good kind.” He paused and looked at her with a grin. “If

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