Anita listened with interest to the half of the conversation she could hear. It was so weird. Chris was suddenly talking softer, almost ... almost like a girl! And he said he was at a party? Well he was, in a way, but... He helped himself to a glass of my beer and I chuckled and rolled myself a joint. "You. You're a little liar." I smirked at him. "Telling your boyfriend you're at a party, when actually you're working at a nigh club." I wondered if he would let the BF comment slide by. The call had him rattled I could tell, but I was more and more convinced that Chris was gay.<br/><br/>But that was okay - so was I!<br/><br/>How the heck it was going to work between us... Well I suppose I would do to him what I did to a lot of the girls. That big black strap on up his behind. He would love that, and I would get a kick out of it too. "I reckon, honey, that you don't want him to know you're working here with all these sexy men. Well I tell you what, you think of me as a sexy guy too, huh? And that way I won't steal your phone and call him to tell him what you're up to!"