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A quick scan of the bar and Jaime had a good gauge on who was a likely playmate and who would deck him if he made the proposition. It was a kind of queer-dar Jaime had honed over the years. The super-gay guys were always easy to spot. From the way they dressed to the way they held their drink, everything about them screamed queer. Jaime considered himself just a few shades shy of queer. He was out and proud but wasn’t about to scream it from the rafters. Besides, Jaime was particular about the men he bedded, preferring the strong and aggressive type. Topping a man who looked like he could take down a charging bull just for fun gave Jaime a hard-on like nothing else. The problem was figuring out which way a man like that swung before he could take a swing at Jaime.