I walked into the mannequin sex bar one night. As usual, my favorite bartender waved me over for a complimentary drink. I’ve known him for years. I'm a guy in my forties. The grunting noises from the other guests were pleasing to hear. “Everyone’s having fun.” I sat my bottom on the cozy stool and shook hands. “You will be too, I’d imagine.” He poured me a shot. “Anyone catch your fancy?” I turned around gawking at all th...