It was much like the other subdivisions which now ringed the old farm town. Situated, as it was, only a half hour from the city, it, like many other farm communities, had become a bedroom for city folk due to the easy commute provided by the interstate that ran just outside of town.
Dan figured that one day, hopefully in the distant future, suburbs surrounding the city, and the subs around the towns such as his would grow until they merged and all the farms in between would be gone. That thought wasn’t a happy one for the veterinarian, so he turned his mind to the up-coming evening.
He’d researched the gay bars in the nearby city. There were four. One proclaimed itself a leather bar. From Dan’s research he’d deemed leather something he didn’t think he could get into.