Some years ago, when I lived in OC, a provider, knowing my fondness for twinks in leather, showed up at my door in high boots, harness and codpiece! He looked ravishing, but I never found out if the neighbors saw him. It was also a gated community, so I had to give the gate the provider’s name. I never really worried that much, though. My one neighbor commented on the candlelit guest bedroom and we both laughed. I told him I had an insatiable appetite.