xyxykentucky: Hal was rich, old money, trust fund rich. Sometimes I thought he w
xyxykentucky: Hal was rich, old money, trust fund rich. Sometimes I thought he was annoying, but it was fascinating to see the decadence of the old South in the flesh. He had a set schedule every day for social propriety; lunch at 1, no cocktails until 5, small observances like that. I’d met him through Justin, my boyfriend at the time; their families had known each other for years. Although Justin wasn’t rich, he was very good-looking, and Hal, as he so often said, ”Loved beautiful things.” One night about 6, right before our 5th anniversary, we’d just finished dinner when the phone rang. Justin answered, talking for quite a while as I cleaned up and took care of the cat. When he hung the phone up, he had a quizzical look on his face. “It was Hal. He said we had to come over and see what he had gotten today.” We tried to guess what it might be—antiques, drugs, some type of expensive wine? But we got ready and headed over to the part of town where the houses were all over a hundred years old. Hal served us each a martini, and we sat smoking and talking for awhile until I finally said, “What did you want to show us?” Hal smiled broadly. “It’s up in the ball room.” The whole third floor of his house was a ball room he’d turned into a general purpose party area. We walked up the stairs and Hal waved his hand as if he was presenting a car on the Price is Right. The man in the elaborate bondage didn’t even seem scared as Hal ran one hand all over his flawless skin, pointing out his wedding ring. “I wanted this to be a surprise for your anniversary. Something you could enjoy at the same time.” -- source link
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