Keith & Dean

By: Ron Robbins
(© 2011 by the author)
Editor: Frank Perry

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Chapter 2

Dean pulled into the underground parking garage of the Colony Square complex. He pulled over to the elevators and helped Keith out of the van. "You wait here," Dean said, "our parking space is only a few isles over."

He returned with Keith's overnight bag and they took the elevator up to the 22nd floor. "This is a nice apartment," Keith said. "The windows face south, that's great; I've always liked a southern exposure."

"It's really a super apartment," Dean said. "It's very quiet. The manager told me that the walls and floors between apartments are concrete. The only time I've heard any noise at all is when the fire trucks pass by; even then the sirens are hardly noticeable."

Keith looked around and sat very gingerly in one of the club chairs. "This is a lot softer than those hospital chairs," Keith remarked.

"It's almost lunchtime," Dean said. "Is there anything in particular you would like to eat for lunch?"

"Anything you fix for yourself is fine with me," Keith said, "I'm not a fussy eater." He turned on the TV and watched the local news.

Dean set up a snack table in front of Keith and the other in front of his chair. He was back a few minutes later with a two large trays. He set one on each table. He had prepared chicken soup, a club sandwich, chips, and iced tea for each of them.

"This looks delicious; I'm starved," Keith said. "I was too excited to eat much for breakfast this morning. I was anxious to get home."

After they ate, Dean took the trays back to the kitchen and cleaned up. He returned to the living room. "Would you like to change into a lounging robe and lie down for a while?" Dean asked.

"Yes, I would," Keith said. He struggled to stand up from the low chair. Dean helped him into the bedroom and made Keith sit on a chair while he undressed him. He shook his head when he was completely naked. "You had a great looking body before this; what a crying shame. I can't believe anyone would want to hurt you this much. When will they remove the rest of the stitches?" Dean asked.

"They won't, they're dissolving stitches. A nurse will come by in a couple of days to change the bandage and check on my condition," Keith said. "I'm not allowed to get the bandages wet. I hope you don't mind giving me sponge baths every other day?"

"I don't mind at all," Dean said. "One thing for sure, I'm going to call the beauty salon in the hotel to come up and give you a decent hair cut and a pedicure. I'll shave you tomorrow and give you a bath."

Keith smiled, "Look, Dean I don't expect you to shave me. We can have the barber come in every morning to take care of that."

"What? And pay a barber to shave that peach fuzz of yours? Better still — I'll buy a pussy cat and put a little sweet cream on your face every morning and have her lick it off. I'm going to earn the salary you're paying me. Anyway, I'd do it for you even if you didn't pay me. I don't consider it a chore to take care of you. As I told you before, if I didn't need the money, I'd do it for nothing."

"You're all right, Dean. I feel more comfortable having you around than any nurse. The plastic surgeon warned me to be very careful around those incisions. I feel so helpless and downright embarrassed to have you do these things for me. I don't think I'll ever get over the disgusted look on your face when you found me three weeks ago."

"If that's what you thought, you were wrong. Jesus, Keith; I was horrified seeing you like that. I wasn't prepared for that kind of a shock. I was afraid you weren't going to make it. Hell! At that point I didn't know what to think. All I wanted to do was to get you out of there.

"I'll tell you something; for a runt, you sure got a big pair of balls. I couldn't believe the way you took the time to gather all that stuff while your uncle was sound asleep in the bedroom. Anyone else would have passed out from the pain alone. I admire you for that. But, I don't think you're too swift in taking the chances you did. You were dammed lucky that I was home that night. Promise me that you'll take me into your confidence the next time."

"There will never be a next time," Keith said. "We'll talk about that some other time. I'm not ready to discuss it with you yet."

"I'm as curious as hell about this whole mess," Dean said. "I don't need to know; okay? Just concentrate on getting your health back, and screw everything else."

Keith smiled, "Thanks for not pressing me."

After he helped Keith into bed and gave him his medication, Dean lay on his side in the king-size bed and read his book.

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They settled into a regular routine. The nurse came by to check on Keith until the stitches were dissolved. After that, he could take regular baths. Keith continued with the same regimen of limited exercise and lots of rest.

As the weeks passed, they explored the city of Atlanta and learned the points of interest. Keith had recovered well enough to sit through the entrance exam to Georgia Tech. Dean had planned a surprise dinner for Keith's twenty-first birthday.

As a treat, Dean took him to the Halfway House restaurant, one of the new upscale restaurants in Buckhead. It was expensive but well worth the cost.

After they returned to the apartment, Dean brought out the gifts he had hidden away. Other than two small bottles of cologne, Dean gave him a half-dozen pairs of sexy briefs he ordered from International Male. "I'm tired of seeing you in those goofy boxer shorts you've been wearing. Now that your scars have healed I thought you would enjoy these," Dean said.

"This has been a wonderful birthday," Keith said. "I never expected anything like this; thanks."

"While you're going through your mail, I'm going to change," Dean said; "be back in a few minutes."

Keith was all smiles when Dean returned; he held up a letter and waved it in the air. "I've been accepted by Georgia Tech."

Dean chuckled as he read the letter, "Congratulations, Tiger. This is great, now that we're taking the same classes, we'll be able to help each other. This calls for a nightcap; what'll you have, birthday-boy?"

"Pour me a brandy, please," Keith said. "I'm going to change while you fix the drinks.

Dean returned with the decanter of brandy and two brandy snifters. He set the tray on the heavy glass coffee table in the living room and loaded up the CD player with his favorite warm jazz CD's. He sat down on his favorite club chair and poured the brandy.

Keith returned and made for the sofa. He had changed to his lounging robe. He opened it and said, "I thought I'd model one of your gifts," Keith said, "I like them."

Dean smiled. "You fill them out perfectly. Next time you take a shower, I'll give you a shave."

Keith laughed as he tied his robe and moved the pillows on the sofa. "I think I might take you up on that offer." He stretched out on the sofa. "Ah, this is glorious." He raised his glass; "To Dean — the best friend in the world. You're a great roommate, and I've never been happier. I hope the next four years will be as good as these last two months."

Dean chuckled, "Piece of cake. You're easy to get along with."

"You'll always be my friend, no matter what," Keith stated plainly, then simply asked, "right?"

"No matter what," Dean answered.

"Now that I'm twenty-one, I can tell you what's been going on at Lindstrom Manor and what led up to that incident in my uncle's home the night you found me.

"After my family was killed in that automobile accident, the court appointed Uncle Jeb my legal guardian until I reached my twenty-first birthday.

"That rather bulky envelope that arrived today was from the law firm that handles my estate. They officially notified me that my uncle is no longer my guardian and he is relieved of all legal authority over me. I'm now in complete control of my inheritance and my estate.

"Up to this point, my uncle received two checks every month from my estate, one for my expenses and the other was his fee for being my guardian. Bruno, in reality, was my employee, as his salary came out of my trust fund. Of course, my uncle used him more as my jailer. Poor Bruno knew nothing about this until four months ago.

"I was twelve when I moved in with Uncle Jeb. He was my father's younger brother and between them, they owned the Lindstrom Plantation. My uncle was the logical choice as my guardian since my mom's parents were too old to take care of me.

"The Lindstrom Plantation Trust is the parent corporation that controls all the divisions that comprise Lindstrom Industries. Neither my Dad nor uncle Jeb wanted to run the corporation, so they turned the management over to a business-consulting firm.

"Uncle Jeb and I jointly own all the stock in the Lindstrom Plantation. Since I am the only surviving member of my family, I inherited my dad's interest in the company. In addition to the Lindstrom holdings, I inherited my dad's private financial holdings as well, which I might add are considerable. This does not include the seventy-five million dollar insurance settlement I received from the accident.

"The first few years I lived with Uncle Jeb, things went smoothly. He traveled eighty percent of the time. I was in boarding school during that period. When I was of high school age, I moved back home. Uncle Jeb hired a full staff to run the place and hired Bruno to look after me. As long I stuck by his rules I was fine.

"Of course, as you know, I'm a computer buff, which was my salvation during the long boring years as a teenager. I loved my family dearly, and their deaths were difficult for me to accept.

"Living on the plantation was nice but I wasn't happy. I was lonely and isolated from everyone. My computer and my psychologist helped me make it through that period.

"Besides being a mover and shaker in politics, my Uncle Jeb was always a social animal and liked to entertain at the Plantation. It was at those lavish parties that he made most of his deals. Usually with those unethical and unsavory characters that he could not be seen with in public. The parties were a perfect cover for his wheeling and dealing.

"Naturally, I was expected to attend those parties as well. It was at one of them that I was introduced to other teenagers who were of my same social background. My uncle insisted that I socialize with young people of my own class and discouraged me from bothering with people like you.

"Unfortunately, my uncle considers you, and most teenagers like you, below our social status. It was at one of those gatherings that I met Norman Thornton and Ken Grant. I had seen them in school, but our paths never crossed since they were two years older than me. It was not long after, that they transferred to Choate.

"Actually, Chuck Olson was the one who introduced us. You must remember Chuck; he was our age and in several of our classes? Chuck was a nice guy and was acceptable, according to my uncle's standards. He turned out to be a friend and the only one of the group I trusted.

"By the way, Chuck was the only one who stood up for you against Norm and Ken's ugly remarks. He helped me convince my uncle that you were not only a jock, but also one of the top scholars in our school. That was the only reason my uncle relented and allowed me to associate with you.

"I'm glad you never dropped me after everything that happened. Norm and Ken were extremely jealous of you, mainly because you were everything they weren't. You were a jock, intelligent, and a hunk. Besides which, you were decent, likable and outgoing, and not afraid of them. You had no idea how much I treasured your friendship. You were the only person I felt that I could depend on in an emergency.

"All I can say is, thank God for computers and modems. I know I would have gone crazy if we didn't continue communicating over the Internet. The computer was my only escape from the dark and ugly world that I was slowly being drawn into.

"My uncle saw that I was a wiz on my antiquated computer. So he bought me the latest state-of-the-art PC. It was loaded with games and the best software. He also hired a tutor to teach me how to use all the different software programs loaded in the computer.

"I thought it strange at the time that he took such an interest in my education. It didn't take me long to master the entire Microsoft Office suite, and a new cost accounting program. He reasoned that my training would come in handy some day.

"I didn't mind really, since it was something to pass the time. Of course, Uncle Jeb had a lockout installed on the computer. So I was limited to only educational or informational sites. He also controlled the times and hours I could be online.

"At fifteen, my uncle and his computer guru paid me to enter confidential information onto disks on my new computer, which would be copied into his computer. Of course, I was only given the codes to enter specific information files. I would receive several disks of raw data every week.

"We worked out a data entry system according to date. The codes were mostly initials and job numbers, hours and in some cases, dollar amounts. I developed my database system and created folders to enter the data by code numbers. My uncle would extract the information. It didn't take a genius to figure out exactly what he was up to. I had an inquisitive mind and secretly copied all the files for later use.

"I was careful not to let my uncle, or the tutor be aware of how much I knew about software programming. It was not difficult for me to change several of their programs so they crashed. The guru had to come back each time to fix the program. When he did, I memorized the secret codes he used to access the programs. Then bingo, I had all the codes I needed.

"My uncle thought the educational web sites were safe. However, he did not realize that I could learn how to program from the wealth of free information available on the Internet. Not only did I print hard copies of the text, I also used the chat rooms to ask questions when I was stuck.

"When I was a kid, I never had the chance to get to know my Uncle Jeb that well. Sure, I'd see him on his visits to the old Lindstrom Manor, but that was it. For some reason, I never completely trusted him. After my family was gone, he was my only living relative.

"You know how you have this gut feeling about people. Well, that's how I felt about Uncle Jeb. I never understood why it was unnecessary to have a bodyguard like Bruno watching me all the time. I didn't know why he chose my friends and kept me isolated from other teenagers. My parents were not like that. There was too much secrecy and game playing. I couldn't see why he chose me to enter data into his computer either. Why not hire a data entry person to do that for him. That's what prompted me to start my own game playing.

"If my uncle had known how much I knew about his software programs, he would have been more careful. After I became a hacker, I created a new identity for myself. That's when I became Keith Limburg."

"Things were uneventful until I was getting close to my sixteenth birthday. It was then that I was allowed to invite one of the chosen ones to spend the weekends. Of course, I was forbidden to sleep over at a friend's house. In fact I couldn't go anywhere without Bruno. That complicated things somewhat. What family do you know of that would invite a teenager to stay overnight with a bodyguard in tow?

"Up to that time, Chuck was the only guy that I was allowed to invite to sleep over. Chuck was the one who educated me on the finer points of male sex. He taught me well. Anyway, this one weekend, Uncle returned home unexpectedly; he caught Chuck and me in bed having sex. I thought he would hit the ceiling and send Chuck home in disgrace. But, he didn't. Instead he laughed it off and made a joke about it.

"The next day, after Chuck left, he asked me if my school had discussed the subject of AIDS. He said it was normal that boys my age experimented with different kinds of sex and he wanted to make sure that I used a condom if I engaged in anal sex.

"I was shocked when he instructed Bruno to buy me assorted boxes of condoms and KY gel. Finally, he asked me if I was having sex with any other boys. Of course I wasn't so that ended our discussion.

"The evening before Uncle Jeb was to leave for an extended trip, we had one of his usual 'do's and don't's' lectures. Then unexpectedly he said he wouldn't object if I were I to invite some of my friends over to make-out on the weekend, as long as they were on the approved list. Naturally, I was embarrassed. Uncle Jeb doesn't say two words to me most of the time, yet he openly discusses sexual entertainment for the weekend.

"The next day I told Chuck about my uncle's conversation. He said he was not surprised at anything my uncle said, or did, for that matter. He didn't elaborate on the subject and I had no reason to question his statement at the time.

"Nevertheless, I was to learn otherwise, much later. Chuck told me that Norm and Ken wanted to get it on with me, and asked if I would like to invite them over for a good time? Chuck admitted that they had been having sex together for over three years and they were great in bed.

"It all started out innocently. The four of us got together the following weekend and had a ball. Norm and Ken are wild in bed. I was completely unaware of how enjoyable male sex could be and the many ways you could be satisfied, sexually. At my age I couldn't get enough. After that weekend we had sex as often as we could, and believe me I became an expert and enjoyed every session."

"We all treated sex as a natural thing and never even thought of it as bad or dirty. Certainly, we never considered ourselves as abnormal or as homosexuals. We were sex buddies and that was all. As intimate as our sexual relationship was, we never displayed any affection toward each other whatsoever. We never hugged or kissed or anything like that.

"I remember one time in the heat of passion, I kissed Norm and I thought he was going to slug me. You would have thought I did something awful the way he overreacted to something as innocent as that. He became angry and ugly with me after that. He said only faggots and queers acted that way.

"It wasn't long afterwards that Chuck began to find reasons not to join us in our sessions. We remained friends and all, but his visits became sporadic. If he did join us, he only stayed Friday night and took off Saturday morning. He told me he was more interested in girls now. Although, he enjoyed the hot sex when he was horny, he was disenchanted with it as a regular diet, and in particular, any sessions with Norm and Ken.

"I wanted to have one more session with him for old time's sake, and asked him if he would spend a weekend with me alone. He said he would and I could do anything I wanted with him.

"Up to that point, I guess I took Chuck for granted. I had the feeling I was losing a close personal sex partner whom I really liked. I know you don't like Chuck, but he is blond and beautiful with the sexiest smile. He is well built and very gentle.

"I became depressed every time I thought about losing him. This was going to be our special weekend and I wanted to make it a memorable one. Knowing Chuck as I did, I knew he would let me have my way with him. So I planned the weekend with care and knew exactly how I wanted it go.

"It was going to be exotic, but not a hot and heavy weekend like we were so accustomed to with Ken and Norm. I wanted it to be romantic as well. You know I never knew what it felt like to make love to another male, and I wanted to find out what it was like with Chuck. I never experienced that side of the sexual experience before and I wanted to know.

"I knew exactly what Chuck meant about our sessions. I thought I wanted to have more sex, yet it was not enough. Something was missing. Don't get me wrong, I love having sex, but I found I was less and less satisfied. This is why I planned to have an erotic evening. A rubdown done right can be just as simulating as the sexual act itself.

"I racked my brain to think of all the things that would turn us both on, yet be enjoyable and relaxing as well. We were not going to spend the weekend in my bed. By the time the weekend was set, I had everything arranged. From the casual dinner with wine, to the games we would play, to the movies we would watch.

"After dinner, we retired to my bedroom suite where we snuggled together to watch Maurice. We made out like any couple would and Chuck enjoyed it as much as I did. After the movie was over, I played some music for lovers and we danced. We kissed and held each other close. Then I began undressing Chuck. He did the same to me. When we were completely naked we danced some more until he was completely turned on and wanted to go to bed.

"I had Chuck lie on the bed; I shaved his entire body from the neck down; after which, I took him into the bathroom and gave him a cleansing enema. After we showered together, we returned to bed. I gave him a hot oil rubdown. Chuck was really turned on; he loved the feel of his body without hair.

"Chuck was well endowed, but with no pubic hair, his penis looked enormous. Chuck had a bad experience with anal sex and he would not allow anyone in the back door. I had purchased two inflatable dildos. After I had massaged his anus with oil, I inserted the smaller dildo. I inflated it until he started to react to the pressure.

"While the dildo was stretching his rectum, I continued to arouse him as I kissed and sucked every part of his body until he was moaning and sighing with pleasure. I continued to inflate the dildo until it reached its maximum size. I rotated it, worked it in, and out of his rectum, and rubbing his prostrate, intensifying his sexual arousal until he was rotating his hips.

"His anus had stretched enough to insert the larger dildo. Again, I slowly inflated this one to its maximum size. I took his testicles into my mouth, and kept working the dildo until Chuck was moaning with pleasure again. I slipped a condom on and removed the dildo. I pushed his legs against his chest and entered him. Chuck was moaning with pleasure and wanted the feeling to last.

"I stopped pumping, and leaned forward and kissed him on the neck and nibbled on his ears. He pulled me to him and forced his tongue into my mouth. We climaxed together. It was so powerful and beautiful that I thought I was going to black out. It was an earth-shattering experience. I pulled out of him and fell into his arms. We kissed again and fell asleep in each other's arms.

"Chuck woke me up four hours later and we made love again. The sex that evening was intense and beautiful. We woke up later that morning and showered together and played tennis. We sat around the swimming pool and talked.

"After a long leisurely lunch, we saddled up the horses and rode through the countryside. We talked about everything under the sun. We returned at sunset and showered for dinner. We watched two more movies snuggled together and went to bed after the last movie was over.

"We lay together and talked about our lives and of our sexual relationship. After which we made love and drifted off to sleep satisfied.

"The next morning we showered, dressed, had a hearty breakfast on the patio and read the Sunday morning papers. Chuck had to be home for Sunday dinner with the family so we took a short walk around the grounds. He said that it was the most enjoyable weekend he had ever known and one he would never forget.

"Chuck told me that as much as he loved me at that moment, he was too much of a coward to live life as a gay man. He was at a point in his life where he could go either way, and his shrink said that in the end, it would be better if he remained on the heterosexual path.

"Chuck thought it was fitting that his lovemaking with me was the ending of his male bonding experiences. He asked me to try to understand his feelings and wanted to remain my friend. There were tears in his eyes when he told me he would never forget this beautiful weekend. He took me into his arms and kissed me tenderly. That was the most wonderful weekend for us both. When we parted, we both discovered the truth within ourselves. He was following the straight path and I knew I was gay.

"Norm and Ken were in Choate by then and I saw them on holidays and during summer vacations. Even though they were dating girls, we still got together for sex. They did introduce me to a few of their friends who had the same sexual appetite, so it was not too bad, sex wise.

"After I reached my seventeenth birthday I asked my uncle to help me pick out a college. He said he would bring a book home and we could pick a few that I might like. Well, he never did bring the book home. One night I became annoyed with his evasive answers. I told him if he didn't want to help, I would pick out a college without his help. Uncle Jeb said it was time to discuss my future. He took me into the den and began to play a video. The video was of me having sex with Norm and Ken and Chuck. He said he wanted me to stick around home for a while and help him with some special projects before I took off for college.

"Uncle Jeb said he liked having me around and that he wanted me to concentrate on graduating from prep school and we would talk about college next year. That's when he took me down to show me his playroom. He told me that he was a homosexual and I was welcome to use the room to entertain my friends when he was out of town.

"He was my guardian until I was twenty-one and should I oppose him he would have me committed to a mental institution to cure me of my homosexuality. Sodomy was a felony in Mississippi and he would hate to consider that option. Uncle suggested I think it over and let him know my decision.

"I could not believe my ears. After all, he is the one that encouraged my sexual behavior. Now, he intended to keep me under his thumb. I decided to go along with his game and get even with him.

"It was not until much later that I learned how deeply my uncle was into S&M. Ken let it slip one night that my uncle had the hots for me. That explained why he wanted me to stick around. After I experienced every sort of normal sex, I was introduced to S&M. That was a completely different experience that I never knew existed.

"My uncle had initiated Norm and Ken into his little group and they in turn became his disciples. As I said, I became their pupil, but they never forced me to participate in any type of bondage that I did not like. After a while, the thrill wore off and I became disenchanted with the whole scene.

"I don't want you to think that I had sex every weekend; it was only when Norm and Ken were in town, or when I felt the urge. My uncle began to trust me more after I agreed to go along with him and to forget about going away to college. 

"He was also pleased that I took an interest in the family businesses and gave me complete access to the corporate records and the minutes of the Board of Directors meetings. He went as far as introducing me to the man who ran the Lindstrom Corporation and gave me carte blanche to learn anything I wanted to know about the businesses.

"Uncle Jeb said he rarely read the reports and signed on the line they marked. Why the hell did he have to worry about anything? That's what he was paying the business consultants and his lawyers for. Even though I owned fifty percent of the stock, my uncle controlled my shares until I reached twenty-one. In lieu of college he did agree to hire private teachers from the local university to teach me finance, business law, and the piano.

"I became fascinated with the history of Lindstrom Plantation. It was a good feeling to know that my ancestors built the company and that I was part of all of it. I could not understand how my father and my uncle never wanted to be part of this dynamic company.

"In my zeal to learn everything I could about the family history, I discovered my great grandfather's Will. There was a very interesting clause in that Will. That clause would allow me to take over the company. The clause was really an incentive for future generations to become active in the company.

"In essence, it stipulated that any family member who actively participated in the operation of the business would be entitled to an additional five percent of the voting stock. The document went on for many pages setting forth the conditions in detail. That meant if I took an active part in running the business, I could demand and get an additional five percent of the voting stock and squeeze my uncle out of control of the business. There was not a thing he could do to stop me.

"Uncle Jeb handed me the company on a silver platter. I was able to establish a regular dialogue with not only the Board of Directors, but also with the management group and the presidents of each division. I spent every spare moment reading reports and listening to the tape recordings of the weekly meetings of each division. I found it not only stimulating, but an education in itself.

"The work I did for my uncle was child's play by comparison. By then my uncle felt he didn't have to hide his secret life from me any longer. Many times, he would invite a friend to spend the weekend. You would never suspect these men were gay. They were all macho and in most cases well known. I was never allowed in his playroom when he was entertaining. But, he did allow me to watch the video tapes of some of his sessions. That is how I discovered his extensive library.

"Since I was devoting my spare time to studying, I was less interested in the sessions with Norm and Ken. My weekend with Chuck was a wakeup call for me. I realized what part of my life I had been missing. I wanted a loving relationship with a man who would feel the same way toward me. Having sex is great, but it cannot compare with having a sexual experience with someone you love.

"Even though I wasn't 'in love' with Chuck, the experience was close enough to make me realize that there was an unselfish desire on my part to please him and to make him happy. Chuck took stock of life and decided on the path he was going to take for the future. He would go to college, find the right girl, get married and raise a family. I planned to do the same thing, only with a man.

"The intimacy Chuck and I had shared unlocked the door to my most guarded thoughts. The more I thought about it, the more convinced I was that I didn't want to continue down the path my uncle had chosen for me. I was determined to get away from him and make a serious effort to take my rightful place as the head of the Lindstrom Corporation.

"If I were to accomplish that, I knew I had to prepare myself to run a company. My uncle didn't care about my future, or that of the family business. I don't know how many times he told me to enjoy life and forget about working. My trust fund would take care of me handsomely."

Keith smiled as he looked at his watch, "It's after two o'clock; I think we should get some sleep. I didn't realize the time."

"My God, Keith; you have been talking for three hours. I was so engrossed in your story I didn't realize the time," Dean said. "I never had a clue as to what was going on at Lindstrom Manor. It's hard to believe you are gay. I can see why you didn't want to tell what was going on at the Plantation."

"I'll understand if you would rather sleep on the couch," Keith said. "It will take a couple of days to have twin beds delivered."

"Don't be silly; granted, I'm surprised to learn you're gay, but I'm not afraid of you. The sleeping arrangements suit me just fine and forget about ordering any twin beds. It's hard to believe that Norm, Ken, and your uncle would treat you the way they did. I can't figure out people like that. I'd like to go back home and beat the crap out of them. I have a million questions to ask you, but they can wait until another time. Come on, let's hit the sack; you need your sleep."

To be continued...

Posted: 03/30/12