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Chapter 10: Don’t Touch Downtown Crab & Stingrays Yucatan Street July 22, 20— 10:17 P.M. I hadn’t thought of Coffler since our naughty activity the previous day on the beach. Not once did I recall his huge c**k in my right hand, jacking him off. Instead, I minded my own business, attended practice at Palm Field, ate dinner alone in my apartment, and chatted with the lovable and entertaining Frankie—we had finally made contact again—for an hour about his s****l adventures with a stranger named Renaldo. The summertime evening drew near, and I decided to have a drink at a small cocktail bar called Crab & Stingrays. The owners were two male lovers from Minneapolis, Minnesota. I loved their very pale skin, overbites, and strange accents. Half the time I couldn’t comprehend what they were