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[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] than the other way around, Sport. I just want to check it out. What is the worst thing that can happen? They might throw us out. If so, big deal. We don't know anyone down here anyways. Trust me. C'mon." He opened his door and stepped out of the car. Tentatively, I followed. Oh Christ, we are gonna get in so much trouble. The man at the door just stared at us. He was probably around 25, very effeminate and wearing tons of jewelry. "Boys, you do realize that you have to be 21 to get in, right?" He looked right at me. "I don't think you were even out of diapers when I first got this job, kid. No way are you gettin in." Brett spoke up. "C'mon man, can't you stamp our hand or something? We aren't here to drink." The door attendant looked at Brett, shaking his head. "Honey, you sure are pretty and I'd love to accommodate you, but rules are rules. It ain't worth losin my job over. Sorry. Go see a movie or something." Just as he said that the front door which he was guarding, opened from the inside and a blast of loud music flooded the entryway. I leaned over and looked into the bar as one of the patrons exited. He was a middle aged man, and he stopped briefly to check out Brett, smiled, and then walked past us to the front door. The doorman continued to stare at us, now his tone changing considerably, "Take a hike boys, or I will have to have you removed." Just as he said that, the inside door opened again and out stepped Mr. Litz. Fuck! He stood there frozen and asked us the same exact question he had two hours earlier at the hotel, only this time with a look of stunned fear on his face, "What are you guys doing here?" Apparently he must have forgotten something from his car, for he was not wearing his jacket. It looked like he was just stepping out to get something. Brett answered, "No, Mr. Litzenfowler, what are you doing here?" Mr. Litz looked over to the doorman, "Matt, are you gonna let these boys in?" He laughed. "Fuck no, get serious." Litz stared at him intently. "Tell you what, will you let them in if I promise to keep an eye on them? They are with me. They will sit at my table and only drink pop, I swear." He reached in his pants pocket and pulled out a twenty, handing it to Matt. Matt hesitated, but only briefly and nodded towards the door. We followed Mr. Litz into the bar. He led us to a table near the back of the room to join his friend, Tom Britton. Tom seemed unfazed by our entrance, smiling again at us. "Hi again guys." He laughed. "Sit down," Litz told us. "So why are you here? Did you follow us?" "Follow you?" Brett said, "This is a public place. We wanted to check it out; we didn't follow anyone." I looked at Brett, amazed by how convincingly he could lie. Litz just stared back at him, while Tom interrupted to ask if we wanted a pop. He left the table and went up to the bar to get the beverages and Mr. Litz continued. "Well, I have got to admit, I'm not very comfortable with you being here. I am not very open about who I am up in Boyne, if you know what I mean. I don't want anyone at school to know that I come here." "So why do you come here?" Brett asked. I just sat there through this conversation, taking it in yet saying nothing. "Are you gay?" Mr. Litzenfowler nodded. "Yes, but I'm not out, so please don't tell anyone about this." I was not at all familiar with the term "out" but I assumed he meant that he did not tell anyone about his being homosexual. "So why are you guys really here? Is it just curiosity?" Brett leaned in, resting his elbows on the table. "We wanted to see what it was like, that's all. Never been to a place like this before, where guys hit on guys and shit." It seemed weird to hear Brett using this language while talking to one of our teachers. Litz nodded, raising his eyebrows. "So are you two just friends or what?" I looked into Brett's face, anxious to hear his answer. "We are very close friends," he said. "That is all you or anyone else needs to know." Mr. Litzenfowler chuckled. "Hey, don't get defensive. I'm the one who just admitted to you that I'm gay, and both of you are students of mine. It is not like you have anything to lose by confiding in me. I am the one in the hot seat." I looked around the room. It was not at all crowded but there were a couple dozen people there. They all looked so normal to me, nobody dressed in women's clothes or sported wild hairdos or anything. In fact, most of the men did not even seem to be effeminate. It looked just like a normal bar to me. Tom returned with our soda pop and sat back down. "Mr. Litzenfowler," I finally spoke up, "don't worry, we won't tell anyone about you, I swear. Nobody knows about [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |