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It was Christmas Eve, a Friday. I had just got paid and hadn’t even started my Christmas shopping. I’m bad about that. I have a large family, dozens of nieces and nephews, and lots of friends to buy gifts for. Unfortunately, I had about two hours to shop before all the stores closed for the holiday.I waited in line at the bank to cash my paycheck so that I could go shopping. After about 30 minutes, I finally stepped up to the teller, who had some bad news.“It appears that your account is overdrawn by 2,342 dollars,” the teller said.“What the fuck!” I exclaimed. “How can that be?”“It looks like there were some charges made in Las Vegas, some airline tickets, hotel reservations…”“I never went to Las Vegas,” I said. “I can’t afford to rub two sticks together let alone travel! Someone has obviously stolen my identity.”“That’s very common these days,” the teller said. “You’ll need to go to our fraud department upstairs on the 10th floor.”“Great!” I said. “And when does that office close?”The teller looked at the clock.“In about five minutes,” she said. “And it’s Friday before a holiday, so I’d hurry up and get upstairs if I were you.”“Thanks,” I said, as I quickly turned to leave. I noticed a young girl, who couldn’t have been more than eight or nine, sitting alone in a chair in the waiting area. She was crying. As much as I wanted to stop and find out what was wrong with her or why her parents weren’t around, I needed to get upstairs before they closed.I saw that the elevator was about to close so I ran as quickly as I could. A young, attractive-looking woman was kind enough to hold the door for me.“What floor are you going to?” she asked.“10th floor,” I said.She then pressed the button for the 10th floor and the elevator door closed.“Identity theft,” I said. “Can you believe that?”The woman smiled.“Someone took all my money and ran off to Vegas!”She smiled again.“Sorry. I forgot you’re not supposed to have conversations in elevators. I’ll just keep my mouth shut.”Suddenly, I heard an electrical snap and the elevator stopped moving.“Did you hear that?” I asked.“Oh shit!” the woman said. “We’re stuck!”“Don’t panic,” I said. “That’s what these phones are for.”I opened the emergency phone box and pulled out the phone. But it was dead. I tried pressing the bell button, but the electrical short had apparently taken out the entire panel. Karşıyaka escort I pulled out my cell phone and tried to dial 911, but there was no signal.“So what are we gonna do?” The woman asked.“I guess we just wait,” I said. “There must be an alarm tripped somewhere. Somebody has to know we’re stuck in here.”Minutes later, there was still no response. I looked at the time on my cell phone and noticed that it was now after closing. Now it was time to panic.The two of us beat on the door and screamed for help. But no help came. We had now been trapped in the elevator for over an hour. I looked up and noticed that the fan was still blowing.“At least we know we won’t suffocate,” I said. “But it’s Friday, it’s Christmas Eve, and I don’t think anyone’s going to be in this building until Monday morning. This sucks.”Once again, we banged on the door. Once again, nothing.“I’m Emily,” she said. “I’m Josh,” I said.“This is a shitty way to meet, isn’t it?” Emily said.“Tell me about it.”Resigned to what appeared to be a weekend trapped in an elevator, I sat down and opened my back pack. I carried it around with me the way a woman carries her purse. I reached in and grabbed a bag of chips and a bottle of water.“Want some chips?” I asked Emily.“How’s that for Christmas dinner?” she laughed.“So what do you do?” she asked.“I’m a tech geek. I fix computers,” I said. “And when I’m not doing that, I’m hanging out at the bars with the drama queens.”“So you’re…” “Yes.”“I never would have guessed that,” she said. “I picture gay guys as skinny, sharply dressed…you know, little prissy guys. You’re so…”“Go ahead and say it…big and husky,” I said, throwing the empty potato chip bag at her.“That’s not what I meant,” she said.“Sure it is,” I said. “It’s what everybody means. I can’t seem to have a relationship with a guy because most guys look at me and want me to be their top, but I’m a total bottom.”“I’m sorry,” Emily said. “I’m not sure what that means.”“It’s probably better off that way.”“I have a friend who’s gay,” she said. “I’ve known him since high school. I had the biggest crush on him. I even tried to turn him straight. But it didn’t work.”“Gay guys just don’t go straight,” I said. “Lesbians, on the other hand, can’t seem to figure out whether they’re gay, straight, bi, or whatever. Personally, bornova escort bayan no offense, but I just couldn’t go there with a girl.”“That’s too bad,” she said, smiling.I cracked a nervous smile but quickly wanted to change the subject. She could tell.“So being a computer guy, I bet you like to play games.”“Yeah, World of Warcraft, Everquest…”“I love World of Warcraft!” Emily said.“Do you?” I said. “If we ever get out of here alive, we just might have to hang out.”“I’d like that.”“But I’m not going straight for you,” I laughed.She laughed, but suddenly that laughter turned to panic.“Oh my God!” she said.“What’s wrong?”“What are we supposed to do if nature calls?” she asked.“Oh fuck!” I said, not knowing at all what to do. “You don’t have to go now, do you?”“Yes, I do!”I took off my shirt and handed it to her.“What’s this for?”“Put it in the corner and do your business on it. Then bundle it up so it doesn’t smell.”“You mean I’ve got to pee on your shirt with you right here next to me?”“It’s not like I can go anywhere,” I said. “I’ll turn my head.”“I don’t know if I can…”“Just do it,” I told her.I turned away so that she could have whatever measure of privacy was possible in a 4×8 elevator.“You done?” I asked.She took off her shirt and bundled it with my shirt. I turned around and was shocked to see her wearing only her bra above her waist.“What?” she said. “It’s not like I have to worry about you trying to make a move on me.”She took the bundle of shirts and placed them into the emergency phone box.“And what if I have to go?” I asked.“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.” It was now Midnight. Christmas morning, technically. And here I was with Emily, stuck in an elevator for several hours now. We had talked most of the evening about trivial things, like computer games and books we like to read. Both of us are sci-fi fans. Then the conversation turned to more serious and personal matters.She told me had at one time been with an abusive boyfriend. Because of that, she doesn’t trust too many straight men. She revealed that most of her guy friends are gay because they don’t expect anything from her. But she admitted that she’s also attracted to men who she can’t have because they’re gay.I told her about my crazy life too. I came out in my teens. Dad wasn’t thrilled and wished Escort üçyol I wasn’t gay and still hoped that this was just a phase. But at the same time he loved me for who I was and the few boyfriends that I’ve had have been welcome at all family functions. I also told her that I didn’t date too many men because they tended to be attracted to my solid, masculine “top-like” appearance, but once they figured out that I was a bottom who liked to be submissive in the relationship, they usually bail. So I had instead found a small group of friends who served as my gay family. And I was happy with my life.Emily kept staring at my bare chest. It was driving me nuts. I felt naked in a way. I caught a few quick glances of her nipples beneath the bra, but there was really no interest. “So are you athletic?” she asked. “You look like you work out.”“I used to play football in high school,” I said. “but that was mostly so I could be part of the locker room scene. Nowadays, I just try to stay in shape.”We were in the middle of a conversation and nature called…again. This time, with me. “Would you mind turning your head?” I asked.“Oh no,” she said. “Not that time again.”“Afraid so,” I said, as I took off my jeans and placed them in the corner so that I could relieve myself. When I was finished, I bundled them up and stuffed them into the call box, next to our previously soiled clothes. Now I was wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. This was really embarrassing.“Tell you one thing,” I said. “Monday morning when they open that door and see us sitting here in our underwear, we’re going to have a lot of explaining to do.”And there we sat, two strangers half-naked in an elevator…and it was Christmas morning.We continued to converse, by now mostly going back over things we had already covered. Our life stories had been told, so now we were just filling out the finer details. “So I’m going to put you on the spot,” Emily said. “What was your first time?”“Uh oh, “I said. “Not the old truth or dare routine.”“Come on,” she said. “Answer the question.”“Okay, here goes…”“High school. It was a senior leadership retreat. It was held at this very fancy hotel and I met this guy, Jim. We became fast friends and hung out most of the day. We went to seminars together, ate lunch together, and then we went to hang out in a supply closet. We started talking about being gay in high school, how I helped form my school’s gay-straight alliance, and all that stuff. Then we started talking about guys and the conversation got into what we would like to do with them.“Finally, he pulled out his dick and asked if I wanted to suck it.”“Did you?” Emily asked.“Oh yeah.

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