Okay, I was maybe not doing so okay. I was overwhelmed—and maybe not just by the ambient sex or how casual everyone seemed around it all, but by how much I liked it. We came here like this place was an X-rated Topgolf, a place just to hang out and have fun, but right now, I was having a little more than a good Topgolf-y kind of night. By the time Comet took the stage and began giving us teasing little glimpses of herself, I was wet enough to slide right off my chair. And while I’d slowly, shyly, been wondering over the last two years if the reason I’d always called myself straight was because
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