walking out from him and leaving town. I have not been back since.”
“Ain't family great? And your mother if I may ask?” Steve inquired.
“She left us at an early age. Couldn't handle the life of being the wife of an archeologist. When my dad wasn't teaching, which was an all-consuming passion for him, he was traipsing around the world to dig sites or on exploration expeditions. She left when I was 9 she stayed in touch for a couple of years but then she just dropped out of our lives. We would get cards or an occasional letter but never anything significant. She got caught up into her own career I suppose.”
“And what did she do?” Steve asked.
“She was an anthropological Linguist. She studied dead languages and how they impacted modern development,” Bulldog replied. “Enough about me, how the hell did you end up in this arm pit of a town?”
“Well, I was in a relationship for 12 years, thought everything was great and then one day I came home to find him in bed with another man.”
“Ouch…that sucks. Was it someone that you knew?” Bulldog asked.
“You could say that. It was my best friend,” Steve said casually. Bulldog almost choked on his coffee when he heard the statement.
“That's…different.” Steve started to chuckle at the response.
“To say the least. Needless to say, that was the end of the marriage, and the end of my contact with my best friend. Well sort of. I went to his office and confronted him the day that I moved out of the house. I told him I had no idea that he was gay and asked him why he never said anything to me. He said that he didn't know until the very moment that he was cumming in Jerry's mouth the first time. From then on there was no doubt in his mind. Apparently this had been going on for a while. I’m not sure how it got started, didn't ask, didn't really even want to know. I left town that afternoon and as you said, never looked back.”
“Well, at least it wasn't awkward,” Bulldog said with a chuckle. Outside the storm was passing and people were beginning to filter into the coffee house.
“I guess you have to get to work now huh?” Bulldog said.
“Yeah, I guess I do. This was nice though. I hope that we can do it again soon,” He said as he stood up and began to clear the debris from the table.
“How about tomorrow morning? Same time?” Bulldog asked with a smile on his face. He stood and began to get himself together as well.
“I would like that Bulldog…”
“BD. Just call me BD everyone does.” The biker said.
“Well that is more convenient. Does open the door for a lot of other possible interpretations, though,” Steve said playfully.
“Yes it does, and many of those may be well earned,” Bulldog replied.
“Really? That sounds like a conversation for another day. Be careful out there, BD, things are going to be very slick for a few hours,” Steve said as he turned and started to walk away. “See you tomorrow.”
“Yes, you will,” Bulldog said as he walked toward the door.
*****
Bulldog walked into the clubhouse of the Beasts M.C. and walked over to one of the tables. He sat down and looked over at the TV where the baseball game was being on. “Hell of a game. Want a beer?” Charlie said as he stepped over and pulled the other chair at the table back. He swung his leg over the back of the chair high and wide, as if he was mounting his Harley. It was a habit that all of them had. It was just a natural development of straddling a motorcycle every single day.
“Nah, maybe just a soda.” Bulldog replied.
“You there. Bring the man a soda,” Charlie said to one of the clubs female attendants. She quickly brought Bulldog a can of soda and a small glass with a couple of ice cubes.
“Thanks,” he said as he took the bottle from her and opened it. Charlie looked at him quizzically as if he had done
“Ain't family great? And your mother if I may ask?” Steve inquired.
“She left us at an early age. Couldn't handle the life of being the wife of an archeologist. When my dad wasn't teaching, which was an all-consuming passion for him, he was traipsing around the world to dig sites or on exploration expeditions. She left when I was 9 she stayed in touch for a couple of years but then she just dropped out of our lives. We would get cards or an occasional letter but never anything significant. She got caught up into her own career I suppose.”
“And what did she do?” Steve asked.
“She was an anthropological Linguist. She studied dead languages and how they impacted modern development,” Bulldog replied. “Enough about me, how the hell did you end up in this arm pit of a town?”
“Well, I was in a relationship for 12 years, thought everything was great and then one day I came home to find him in bed with another man.”
“Ouch…that sucks. Was it someone that you knew?” Bulldog asked.
“You could say that. It was my best friend,” Steve said casually. Bulldog almost choked on his coffee when he heard the statement.
“That's…different.” Steve started to chuckle at the response.
“To say the least. Needless to say, that was the end of the marriage, and the end of my contact with my best friend. Well sort of. I went to his office and confronted him the day that I moved out of the house. I told him I had no idea that he was gay and asked him why he never said anything to me. He said that he didn't know until the very moment that he was cumming in Jerry's mouth the first time. From then on there was no doubt in his mind. Apparently this had been going on for a while. I’m not sure how it got started, didn't ask, didn't really even want to know. I left town that afternoon and as you said, never looked back.”
“Well, at least it wasn't awkward,” Bulldog said with a chuckle. Outside the storm was passing and people were beginning to filter into the coffee house.
“I guess you have to get to work now huh?” Bulldog said.
“Yeah, I guess I do. This was nice though. I hope that we can do it again soon,” He said as he stood up and began to clear the debris from the table.
“How about tomorrow morning? Same time?” Bulldog asked with a smile on his face. He stood and began to get himself together as well.
“I would like that Bulldog…”
“BD. Just call me BD everyone does.” The biker said.
“Well that is more convenient. Does open the door for a lot of other possible interpretations, though,” Steve said playfully.
“Yes it does, and many of those may be well earned,” Bulldog replied.
“Really? That sounds like a conversation for another day. Be careful out there, BD, things are going to be very slick for a few hours,” Steve said as he turned and started to walk away. “See you tomorrow.”
“Yes, you will,” Bulldog said as he walked toward the door.
*****
Bulldog walked into the clubhouse of the Beasts M.C. and walked over to one of the tables. He sat down and looked over at the TV where the baseball game was being on. “Hell of a game. Want a beer?” Charlie said as he stepped over and pulled the other chair at the table back. He swung his leg over the back of the chair high and wide, as if he was mounting his Harley. It was a habit that all of them had. It was just a natural development of straddling a motorcycle every single day.
“Nah, maybe just a soda.” Bulldog replied.
“You there. Bring the man a soda,” Charlie said to one of the clubs female attendants. She quickly brought Bulldog a can of soda and a small glass with a couple of ice cubes.
“Thanks,” he said as he took the bottle from her and opened it. Charlie looked at him quizzically as if he had done
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