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I'm continuing with Catnip, Rosemary, Rage and Time, an excerpt from Chapter 1.
Chapter 1 cont.
A handsome waiter approached and inquired, “Would you like to have another cocktail?”
“Yes, one more for both of us.” Billie smiled, intending to flirt a little longer.
Glenn nodded in agreement, as the waiter took their empty glasses and departed down the stairs.
“We have late sitting so there’s no urgency to dress for dinner yet.” Glenn reminded Billie,
“Yes, let’s stay here on the Lido Deck and enjoy the last light of the day. And drink cocktails. We might see a beautiful sunset. Can you imagine the wide spectrum of radiant colors out on the ocean?”
“Like my men?”
“Here are your cocktails.” The young waiter returned, smiling.
When Glenn signed for the drinks, the waiter slipped a small envelope in his hand. He departed, glancing back, occasionally.
A couple strolled past. Glenn eyes perused a few crotches of the younger men.
“You don’t have to scrutinize every good looking guy.” Billie quipped.
Another waiter passed by them, passing another envelope to Glenn.
“What’s in those envelopes?” Billie’s curiosity signaled a request for Glenn to open the envelopes.
Glenn opened them, finding invitations in each. “They’re tokens, good for two drinks in the Greek Lounge after midnight.”
“We have to check out this Greek Lounge. It must be something very gay and mysterious.”
“We will, if you can keep from getting naked before we show up.”
“I knew something was going to happen,” Billie confirmed, thinking he had psychic insight, especially with other gay men.
“We’ll have to find out where this Greek Lounge is.”
Slowly, the sun set into a rose musk horizon A distinctive, moist chill cooled the evening air. With their seating for dinner an hour away and them becoming cold, they descended the spiral stairs at the stern of the ship to the Baja Deck on Level 10 and into the corridor to their room, B289.
“Shit, we should have come down sooner. The luggage is still outside in front of our door.” Glenn never appreciated being rushed.
“I’ll help unpack and put away our stuff away,” Billie understood his panic. “The closets and drawers will too small for all our stuff.”
“And we still have to iron our clothes for dinner in the Palm Court Dining Room,” Glenn complained. Meticulous with his demand for perfection, Glenn was agitated and became more short-tempered. “We might as well skip dinner. Nothing is going right. I can’t go in our dress clothes without them being ironed.”
“We aren’t dining with the King and Queen of Denmark.” Billie as usual came to the rescue with calming words of solace. “We still have plenty of time. Just start getting the clothes ready, Mister Snippety.”
Glenn, sour-mouthed because of the sudden rush, stifled any more complaints. He undressed, quietly, until he stood only in a bulging jockstrap. He hung their pants and shirts.
“What’s the rush?” Billie intervened. “We still have a little time for foreplay.”
“I’m not much in the mood, right now.” Glenn pouted.
“I’m sure I can change that.” Billie wrapped his hands around Glenn’s firm butt, massaging his hairy buns. “I feel a surge of energy coming from, within your jockstrap.”
“Yes and…; I think it needs attention.”