, bi
and straight people went there. What was Withersby doing there? Maybe he
did not realize the type of bar it was? "He was chatting with some really
hot muscle guys in the bar." Tony said snappi of my thoughts. "No
that ' t be" I said remembering he was married with children. Tony sighed
"Jake buddy, trust me, I know what I saw" Tohe room a our
day started.
The image of Withersby in his expensive suit and tie standing around a bar
chatting up muscle guys was intriguing to me. What was he there for? What
was his i. Was it just a ce? Was it even him. Tony may have
been drinking and it could have been anyone. I decided I would go there on
my own this weekend and see if he made a return visit.
Saturday night came, and I repared. I went to The Quest and picked a
place to hang out with some bar friends. Sure, enough about 11pm in walked
Withersby. He was not dressed in his suit and tie as I assumed from Tony' s
story but was in slacks with a pull over sweater with a button-down shirt
u. His body showed eveer uhe shirt and sweater then in
his suit. He did not see me, and I wao keep it that way. He sat at
the bar and ordered what looked like a brandy. Soon a really built muscle
guy sat dowo him. They looked like they were chatting but then the
muscle guy ran his hand down Withersby' s back. They sat there for a while,
they fiheir drinks and thehe bar together. I was dismayed.
Withersby was married with kids, was he bi? Was this guy just a friend and
this was all a natural mistake?
The week went slowly. Every time I saw Withersby in the office I thought
about what I saw at the bar. I decided to go to the bar again on Saturday.
Sure enough, Withersby es in, sits at the bar and orders his usual
drink. A muscle guy es over, sits o him but wait. This was not the
same guy. A muscle gu