I drove past his hundred- and fifty-year-old farmhouse three times. This time was different. I could attribute the first encounter to happenstance. I could blame it on a weak, very horny moment in time. A moment that led to our book store play and secrets to keep. The moment I turned into his driveway, though, it was a conscious choice to do whatever it was we were about to do. This would be a game changer. I was seeking...

I had been in the bookstore for five minutes, just old enough to go in. I had no idea how it worked. I heard stories, the church I had grown up in even protested outside its parking lot. My hands shook with the tokens I had purchased. I was the focus of a lot of eyes from the five or six other men standing in the lobby and I was uncomfortable, to say the least. My six-foot-tall two-hundred-pound athletic frame was very di...