I thought everything would change after my experience with Anna.
I wasn't sure how, but what happened seemed so significant in my mind. I thought it would change everything, but it didn't. I went home that night and showered, shaved, and got ready for bed just like I always did. My mind was running in circles, but that was about it. After I finished my shower I climbed into bed and talked about the party briefly with my wife and went to sleep.
I woke up the following morning and went about my normal weekend routine, and I went back to work on Monday without the wife having even a hint that anything happened Friday night. I arrived at work and nobody was staring at me, and other than having a new secretary my life post-Anna seemed to be exactly like it was before Anna.
I suppose the one big change was the amount of time I spent on the internet at home. I really wished I could talk to Anna or better yet talk to some of those other "straight guys" that she had been with. I wanted company, I wanted to know it wasn't just me and that I wasn't somehow tainted from doing what I had done. Of course, the internet is the next best thing and I started researching as much as possible. I spent a lot time on forums, and read stories about "gay" encounters and all I did was get myself more confused. There were moments where I thought I could go through with it again, if the situation presented itself, but mostly I just felt confused. I know I don't find men attractive, and I wasn't exactly sure if I could find another Anna even if I wanted to.
Two weeks eventually passed and I really thought this whole thing was behind me as much as it could be. My life had a pattern just like it did before and I was fine with that. Wake up, go to work, go to bed. I could live with that. I thought about Anna a lot and what happened, but I had compartmentalized that one little incident in my mind, and I felt like I could get by with the occasional fantasy and the normal routine of my life.
However, that "normalcy" that I thought had come back all but disappeared after I got a call from security two weeks later. I was sitting in my office when the phone rang, "Is this Mr. James?" The voice on the other end asked. I knew immediately it was security because of the caller ID on the phone.
"Yes, it is. Can I help you?"
"I don't know yet. I'm Chris Vale from down in security. There were a couple cars that were broken into down here and we're trying to interview everyone that uses the underground lot."
"Umm, okay, but I don't know anything about a break-in."
"Yeah nobody does so far, but it's just our routine."
"That's fine. When should I stop down?"
"Umm, we have you slotted for 3:30 - stop down anywhere aroudn that time." Chris stated as he hung up the phone before I could agree to the time.
A couple hours passed and after a quick trip on the elevator I exited and walked up to the security center. I opened the door and walked in to find a rather neat, but unspectacular office with full windows surrounding the enclosure where walls normally would be.
As I entered I noticed a tall wiry looking fellow standing behind his desk. The placard on his desk said his name was Chris Vale, and he was wearing blue jeans and a black button up shirt with a security badge on the right chest pocket. I figured this was the same man I spoke with earlier, and immediately noticed his sharp blue eyes. They were almost too blue, like he was wearing colored contacts or something. He was also bald, with a pretty imposing jawline, and he actually looked a lot like my best friend Tim right after he got out of the Army.
He also had a strange smile on his face, which made me a little uncomfortable right away.
"Hi, it's Mike." I offered my hand for a quick shake before getting our interview started.
"Hey, Mike. Chris Vale. I called you down to go over some things we found while reviewing tapes looking for information on a break-in. Are you cool with that?"
"Sure."
Chris then started detailing exactly why I was called down to his office. Apparently three weeks ago there was a break-in while the owner of the car was out of town for vacation and security was reviewing tapes to try to assist the investigation. I had thought about the security cameras after my night with Anna, but I concluded that the cameras were for nothing more than show and even if they weren't I hadn't noticed any around where we there that night. After a few days passed I sort of put them out of my mind, but now my mind was running in circles as I wondered to myself whether Chris had seen something incriminating.
"Do you know why I called YOU down here, Mike?" The way he said YOU and Mike made my stomach turn. If I wasn't sure before - I was now. I was terrified, he clearly saw something, and I could only assume he saw it all.
"No." I answered matter of factly, trying to remain calm.
"No, what?"
"No.....I don't know why you called me down here."
"Hmm, that's funny Mike," again saying my name with a hard K that let me know he had something on me, "because when I was reviewing the tapes I came across one specific tape that was pretty interesting."
I continued trying to feign ignorance, and after awhile of this back and forth the guard started to get impatient because his monotone was disappearing and he was now sounding increasingly frustrated with me.
"Listen, I'm going to make this easy on you. A couple weeks ago I saw a nice looking fellow on his knees sucking some crossdressers cock. Was that you Mike."
