Chapter 2
London. 

 

Almost five years ago, following quitting his job and taking off overseas, Logan’s first flight landed in Greece. The moment the wheels of the jetliner screeched upon terra firma, Logan whispered silently, “I’ll never go back again.” In a moment of both hesitation and excitement, he imagined he was a version of “Andy Dufresne,” in a type of “Shawshank Redemption” scenario, suggesting he had escaped his prison and/or the clutches of evil and that now a normal life could begin.

 

Ever since Logan was a child he had wanted to go to Greece. This dream had been based on ancient yet mythical heroes he had seen in books and movies. With adulthood however, he rationalised such thoughts and told himself it was just a desire to travel the world.

 

Post childhood but pre-adulthood, Logan had forgotten the wild imaginings and dreams of a little boy and simply lived the life of a youth, as he edged closer to his teenage years. When those years began, an adolescent occurrence and what would become its continued insidious effect, would, during a period of denial and escape, bring the memory of that occurrence back to life.

 

In essence, Logan was a perfectly normal young man, however, at the same time, he was running for his life while stuck in molasses, he was determined and assured while burying confusion and uncertainty and he was also living in a dream of reality where reality did not exist. No matter the exact distance he would be from his birthplace at any given time, Logan was to be farther from home than he could imagine or conceptualise.

 

Greece was a specific desire to visit, born in technicolour pictures of exceptional men and places. Logan had loved watching the adventure/fantasy films like “Jason and the Argonauts” and “Hercules,” where legendary and powerful warriors fought mystical creatures or accepted quests from the great god, Zeus. He loved the ships filled with strong men and the dangers they encountered, as they sailed or journeyed around the ancient waters of the Mediterranean.

 

Even years later, Logan had been determined to see the modern film, “300” and it’s sequel, “Rise Of An Empire,” due to something vague in his mind that drew him. These were neither mythical stories nor men bestowed with otherworldly strength by the gods, however; still Logan found an attraction to both forms of legend. He also had a deep fascination with the real men who competed and battled in the tournaments, sometimes to the death, during the games of the ancient Olympics.

 

By the age of eighteen, Logan was intrigued by specific things, which were found around the world. He did not want to be a tourist, per se. He was not a man that wanted to bus, fly or drive around entire countries or cities. If something in the world caught his attention then he made it his business to go in search of it and to see it. He wanted to see the Acropolis, to stand on the grounds of Olympia and also to visit Sparta, where the incredible Spartan warriors had become the historical figures they are.

 

Specifically, from the film “Alexander,” a man whose nature and determination intrigued him, Logan wanted to see the associated areas of Macedonia and Greece, where the young boy had grown into a man. Logan wanted to smell the air and touch the earth, where that man had become what was considered to be one of the greatest rulers and warriors in history. It was not ancient history that he was interested in; it was the individual or group identities or just a specific place.

 

Logan spent nine months moving around from Greece to the Greek islands and from Italy down to Malta, before heading across to Turkey. He then returned to Greece to take a cruise around the magnificent waters of the Mediterranean and the Adriatic Sea.

 

Finally, deciding it was time to move on while always believing he would return to those waters and coastlines again, he began his unplanned journeys, to wherever his whims directed. The only thing that was different was that unlike Greece, on most occasions he had no childhood callings or guiding memories and so, most often he was just a nomad drifting to a name of a place on a map.

 

Logan went to Spain and then Portugal, before heading deeper into Europe to spend time in Belgium, Switzerland and Austria. All the while wherever he was, Logan found work in pubs, bars and nightclubs, which would continue to fund his unending travels.

 

Socially capable and comfortable, Logan met so many people, particularly people of his age and though he might have been fortunate, at no time did he find himself in difficult or unpalatable situations. All the people he met were good people and just like back in Australia, both girls and guys were drawn to his love of life. He also made a couple of very good friends and briefly travelled with those guys or girls, however, each time he returned to his solo travels, he believed that one day he would connect with those friends again.

 

One guy in particular that Logan met was American. His name was Lincoln and they came together by happenstance, when Logan decided he wanted to see the Great pyramids in Egypt. They met on the flight, found accommodation in the same cheep hotel and then went to Giza together.

 

A connection between them occurred very quickly and in no time at all they became friends. By that particular time Logan was almost twenty-one and Lincoln was approaching twenty. Lincoln was fun and enjoyable to be with and also, he made Logan feel important and like he wanted him around. As a consequence, even though Logan knew they were on different paths, he agreed to travel with Lincoln to Mauritius, when he asked him to go there and party. It was only for a couple of weeks but when the time was over, Lincoln asked Logan to go with him again, this time to accompany him on his travels throughout Africa. Logan was interested but he had already received his new visa and so after two weeks on the Island nation of Mauritius, they parted company and Logan returned to Europe.

 

Not quite two years following his departure from Sydney, Logan arrived in London. He met a group of guys and girls that he spent most of his free time with. His working visa allowed him to work at an old pub, just like every permit or visa did wherever he went. The temporary jobs kept his finances flowing while he was visiting whichever country he was in. He always chose a working visa with a three-month expiry, as a way to force himself to keep moving and not get bogged down in one place.

 

The two girls he met on his first night in London were not averse to picking up a guy, taking him home and having their way with him together. They were both bisexual and they loved having some guy as the meat in the sandwich of their naked bodies. Realising after the fact that Logan was not just hot but also a great fuck and that he was only going to be in London for three months, they offered him their couch in return for repeat performances. These sexual exploits were not every night because the girls often brought home fresh meat. However, if the cuttings were thin, so to speak, then Logan was expected and had to be up for it. Not surprisingly, he always was.

 

There were two other pluses to this unusual housing arrangement. The first was that the only money Logan had to pay to the girls was for food. Secondly, whenever the girls were busy, figuratively speaking, Logan was allowed not only a bed instead of the couch but he was also given the green light to bring some random woman home and fuck her in the bed. There was barely a night that Logan was not having sex with one or more women.

 

Logan’s choice to come to London had not been a desire. Truthfully, it had been almost an attitude of necessity or expectation. When he arrived, there was only one thing he could think of that he wanted to see. Generally he wanted to take a look at the well-known sights of the place he was in but here, all the usual tourist points did not really grab him.

 

The girls, Jen and Darla, escorted him around the city and showed him some of the sights. Logan wanted to see the Thames, even though it was just a river in his mind. All of his life he had heard the name and he thought he could at least put a real life picture to that name.

 

While they were there, he could not help but see the Eye, which monstered high in the sky before him. He referred to it as an overgrown Ferris wheel and then apologised for his rudeness. Jen and Darla just laughed and told him they personally thought it was an eyesore.

 

Logan saw and stared at Big Ben and then to both his surprise and his enjoyment, he heard it chime. It was only a small thing but for Logan, it was a sound he had heard in old movies for years and it gave him a sense of the familiar and so it satisfied him.

 

He stood for some time looking at Tower Bridge. He knew nothing of its history and was not particularly interested. He thought it was original yet simple but he discovered he could not stop comparing it to the bridge back in Sydney. In his mind, if in no one else’s, there was simply no comparison. One held him in absolute awe while the other left him unaffected.

 

Darla asked if he would like to see the Crown Jewels but Logan looked at her like she was asking him to go clothing and makeup shopping with two women. He nodded no while wondering why anyone would care.

 

Jen suggested Buckingham Palace and he agreed but it was not long before he realised that London, at least for him, had little to offer in the way of things that held his interest. Even the red and black, unflinching Queen’s guards, meant little more to him than mannequins in a Christmas store window.

 

Logan realised that the only reason he had come to London was because of the amount of other Australians that did. So many Australians wanted to go or had gone and many had even relocated there. So many Australian’s considered it one of the go-to places in the world but for whatever the reason, Logan felt absolutely no connection that called to him or made him even consider he would want to stay. Apart from his friends, the only thing that he really enjoyed was the nightlife and he knew that would hold him there until his visa expired.  At that moment, he knew with certainty that this was not one of the places for him.

 

Regardless, after that day, Logan continued to work and make money but the rest of the time he hung out with Jen and Darla, as well as two guys and another girl. All of them had come into Logan’s sphere and soon the six strangers had become friends. The two guys, Colin and Mark, were a couple, as well as radical party boys and so eventually, all six spent all of Logan’s free nights raging at dance parties and nightclubs and generally getting trashed. Robin, the third girl was wild and whenever both she and Logan managed to finish up their respective nights alone, they ended up in her bed. They were a hell-ride bunch of people but Logan fit in with them all too easily.

 

The late morning of the day before he was due to fly out of England, his friends were all talking, as they recovered in Jen and Darla’s living room, from a seriously heavy night of partying. Logan had really overdone it and so he sat moaning because he was so badly hung-over.

 

As he was sitting, not particularly listening but unable not to hear, everyone in the group started talking about a psychic they had all seen. Logan looked up at them like they were defective. He told them he did not realise how naïve and gullible they all were.

 

Colin, who had sort of become Logan’s best male friend while he was spending time with them, looked at Logan and said, “Shit, Logjam,” which was the nickname he had given him because Logan brought them all together and had kept them in a holding pattern, “you have to trust us, man. You have to see this guy before you leave. The guy’s amazing and you won’t believe the things he somehow knows?”

 

“Colin, I don’t know if I won’t believe but I do know I don’t believe that a bunch of people who I thought were rational, could fall so easily for some conman with no other intent then to steal their money,” Logan said.

 

His friends erupted in a chorus of disdainful argument. They were all talking at once but twenty minutes later, after intense pressure, Logan agreed to their relentless harassment, simply to make them stop being a part of the throbbing in his head. Jen instantly made a phone call and then they were dragging him through the streets of London, to see some man he did not want to see and also, to hear some bullshit he was sure he would not be interested in.

 

The moment the psychic opened the door; Logan’s friends left him there, telling him they would meet him at a coffee shop when he was finished. Logan felt deceived and abandoned but he entered the man’s house anyway.

 

Paul, the psychic, did not use cards or palms or crystal balls. He just sat opposite him and started talking. Logan felt like an idiot for even being there in the first place but with the passage of time, even though it would be a long passage of time, Logan would eventually discover after the fact, the man was to be pretty damned accurate with what he had to say.

 

“Mate, before you begin, I think I should tell you that I don’t believe in this shit and I’m only here to shut my friends up,” Logan said and Paul laughed.

 

“Well Logan, I’m okay with disbelievers and sceptics but let’s get straight into it. Let me begin by telling you that the influence of men in your life is going to increase over the next couple of years. The relationships you have will be important in regard to how you perceive yourself as a man. They will also mend some loose threads created by your being an only child and never knowing your father.”

 

Logan was stunned immediately. There was no reason this man could know he was an only child or that he had never known his father. Regardless, he kept his face as expressionless as he possibly could and stared back, feigning he was unimpressed. Paul however, did not seem to care one way or another and he just kept dropping facts and bombshells as the time continued to pass.

 

“Your mother is still back in Australia but I sense that the two of you don’t have much of a relationship. Actually that’s probably an understatement. I can’t really see that ever changing for you, Logan.”

 

“Pot of gold at the end of a rainbow,” Logan responded sarcastically.

 

“Well, when you get back to Australia…”

 

“I’m not going back to Australia,” Logan interrupted gruffly and defiantly.

 

“Well, we each have the right to make our choices, Logan. However, in your case, there is someone waiting for you in Sydney, someone you will try to avoid but eventually you won’t be able to and in the long run, you will return to that person again.”

 

Logan looked at Paul absolutely mystified. He had no idea who or what he was talking about.

 

Seeing Logan’s blank expression, Paul elaborated.

 

“Logan, everyone has important people in their lives and some people are more important than others. Where you’re concern, Aaron is probably the most important person there is.”

 

Logan’s eyes widened, as he looked back at Paul in absolute disbelief. He thought Paul had said Australia because he had garnered the information from his accent, however, the specific location of Sydney, in combination with the name Aaron, seemed too impossible to be a guess. He swallowed deeply but said nothing in reply.

 

At that moment, Paul saw an image in his mind of one path dividing into two. Instantly understanding the symbology, Paul knew that Logan was heading toward a huge and life-determining decision. He also felt very intensely that though the forked path would require a choice, Logan’s happiness would be found along the path where the greatest resistance would exist. There was one thing that Paul could not quite get a handle on, which was whether Logan had any idea at all, of what was coming his way.

 

As Paul looked at Logan, he knew that sometimes things needed to evolve and that not all people could be slapped in the face with reality. Therefore, trying to soften the impact and plant the seed, he continued.

 

“Speaking of people who are very important, sometimes we don’t realise how much we mean to people and with that as the scenario, you need to know that someone who is very important to you, is a gay man and he’s in love with you.”

 

“I’m not close to any faggots and certainly not one that’s important to me.”

 

“Logan, you may not know that he’s gay but he is. He’s going to hold a strong place, not only in your past but also in your future.”

 

Logan held a strong aversion to anyone that made him feel like he was being told he had no choice. Even people with good intentions that suggested he walk a path he felt was not right, were like thorns in his side. Unexpectedly, an old memory shook him but he firmly dismissed it. He shook his head and rolled his eyes with contempt, at the so-called psychic in front of him.

 

“I can see that you’re not very open to a more contemporary line of thought but Logan, your time while travelling away from Australia is going to have an upheaval type of effect on the man you’ve chosen to be.”

 

“I’m just me and I’m the way I’ve always been. I haven’t made any choices to be one way or another, I just am,” he replied stubbornly.

 

Even though Paul was fully aware that Logan was living a life of absolute physical freedom, as he criss-crossed the globe; Paul was hearing the inflexibility of Logan’s words while also feeling that deep within, Logan was doggedly rooted to the spot. Paul was certain that Logan’s life was heading for change and so he decided he had to at least put some cracks in the unyielding wall. Paul thought that Logan seemed somehow paralysed to any alternatives.

 

“So Logan, what would you say if I told you that you were going to cross the line of sexuality, while you’re in the northern hemisphere?”

 

Logan’s eyes became cold before he said, “I’d say you should find a new line of work and that you don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. I love women and there is where the story ends.”

 

“Well, Logan, get ready to say that to me again because not only will it happen once but it will happen three times. The first two times will be in Canada and the third will be in the United States.”

 

Logan roared with laughter. “I’m not going to Canada and I’ve never even had a desire to go to Canada so I guess that means you’re full of shit.”

 

“Actually, Logan, you are going to Canada and it will be completely unexpected,” Paul said and Logan glared at him while thinking his British friends were all gullible arseholes.

 

Paul grinned subtly but continued; “Logan, as I said, we all have the right to choose but that doesn’t stop life from revealing itself in the way it does. Things happen whether you believe they will or not and it’s up to you how you respond to them. In fact, if you’re more flexible by the time these events occur, you may choose to have a short-term fling with the man from Chicago.”

 

“Mate, I’m not gay! I’m also not going to Chicago! It sounds like you’re getting a lot of things wrong about me. You may have guessed a couple of things correctly but all of this? I’m sorry but I think you’re a fraud,” Logan said irritably.

 

“I’m not suggesting you’re one way or another, Logan. I’m simply telling you that things are going to appear in your path as you travel around this world. You’ll either accept them into your life or you won’t.”

 

“With broad statements like that I guess you don’t have to take any responsibility for the things you say to people,” Logan said condescendingly.

 

Paul was an easy-going and very laid back man. People like Logan could frustrate him but he was not the type to let them get to him. He took a deep breath and let the irritation drift away. Again, he continued.

 

“The way you react to the guy from Chicago will make you want to return to Australia to see your gay friend, Aaron. It will be then that the opportunity for a real, adult relationship, a long-term relationship, will be made available to you, if you can knock down the wall you’ve built.”

 

This was the straw that broke the camel’s back. It made Logan extremely angry. He did not even question if Aaron could be gay because he thought it was unbelievable. Logan simply felt anger swell inside of him. He knew he had to leave and that if he did not stand up immediately, eventually he was going to deck this guy and knock him on his arse. To Logan, the inference that he could become gay bothered him and the statement that Aaron was gay struck such a deep chord within him. It was all he could take and he stood up and walked out without another word.

 

Logan stormed out of the psychic’s home, chose not to meet up with his friends and sent them a text message telling them he would catch up with them later. He turned off his phone so they could not contact him and then he went to a pub alone. He proceeded to get drunk because something about what the psychic had said was really bothering him. The whole thing was creepy and he did not believe in creepy but it had gotten under his skin. However, there was also a much deeper reason for his reaction.

 

Logan tried to dismiss it all. He thought the psychic had to be wrong and he used going to Canada or to Chicago as a very good reason for why the man was wrong. However, the biggest problem was that Paul had suggested he would have sex with a guy and not just once. In his severely hung-over state, even though he did not want to accept it, it fucked with his head.

 

Purposely buried deep within Logan’s mind was a very uncomfortable memory. It had existed within him since he was thirteen years old. He had not allowed himself to acknowledge the event or even acknowledge when it crossed his mind. For ten years he had constantly denied and dismissed its importance. However, the moment the psychic had suggested what he did, the memory had come hurtling back to the front of his mind, figuratively grabbing him by the throat and throttling him to attention.

 

Logan ushered the barman back to his position and ordered another three fingers of straight scotch. Of course this was not particularly surprising to the barman, it was just that he had barely walked three steps away before Logan had called him back, already having skolled the entire drink.

 

The barman asked, “Are you okay?”

 

“Do I look okay? Just pour the drink,” Logan replied gruffly.

 

“I was going to say that maybe you should talk about it, before you try and drown it,” the barman said, as he poured him another.

 

“I thought your job was to try and sell alcohol, not to try and replace it with conversation,” Logan said smugly.

 

Eddie looked into Logan’s eyes and after he gave him a warm smile, he followed it with a knowing wink.

 

Logan sighed, skolled the drink for the third time and pointed at the glass yet again. He looked up at the barman. Logan was so angry but something in the kind voice and the sincere look in the barman’s eyes, made him feel less frustrated. He lifted his hand, opened his mouth to speak but then second-guessing himself, he looked away. The barman was used to that behaviour as well.

 

“What’s your name?”

 

“Logan,” he said, as he looked back at the soft, brown eyes.

 

“You’re from Downunder, right?”

 

“Yep,” he said curtly with a tone of frustration, as suddenly the barman’s question about Downunder, made him think of Aaron.

 

“Are you staying in England for a while or maybe for good?”

 

“No. I leave tomorrow.”

 

“Well then, what you say to me won’t matter. Come on, Logan; get it off your chest. It’ll be better than letting it eat you up on the inside. I’m Eddie.

 

Logan looked around. It was now the middle of the day and there was only one other person, an old man, who was sitting in the back of the pub. There was no one else around. Logan then looked back at Eddie and coincidently, if there is such a thing as coincidence, Eddie’s eyes reminded him of Aaron’s eyes. It tugged at Logan’s heartstrings and took him even further into his memory. He was uncomfortable but Eddie seemed decent and Logan decided to open up, at least a little.

 

“Did you ever do something when you were a kid that wasn’t particularly kosher but it still sticks in your memory?”

 

“Like what sort of thing?”

 

“A sex kind of thing,” Logan replied.

 

“I’m a guy, Logan, I think we all did in some way.”

 

Logan’s face filled with struggle. He wished that Eddie had said, “Yeah, I wanted to have sex with my best mate but we never did,” however; Logan knew Eddie had no clear idea of what he was talking about.

 

“It’s a little embarrassing,” Logan said.

 

“Logan, I’m a barman in a London pub, do you really believe there’s anything you could say to me that would shock me?”

 

“No, I meant embarrassing for me.”

 

“I know that’s what you meant but my point is still valid.”

 

“Yeah, I guess it is,” Logan replied.

 

“Well then, just say whatever it is,” Eddie said.

 

“Okay. Did you ever do any experimenting with a male friend?”

 

“Shit, I wasn’t expecting that question but in answer, yeah, I did and more than just experimentation,” Eddie replied without the slightest concern.

 

Logan asked, as if it were inconceivable, “Really?”

 

“Logan, I think you’ll find that more guys learn from guys than most people think or believe and it doesn’t necessarily make them gay,” Eddie said, making an assumption about Logan’s attitude, before he continued with, “Why? Did you play with a friend when you were a boy?”

 

“No but I wanted to.”

 

“So do you want to now?”

 

“No.”

 

“Did you do it recently?”

 

“No.”

 

Now feeling a little frustrated that Logan was clamming up again, leaving him to have to play twenty questions, Eddie asked, “So what’s the issue?”

 

“A few of your fellow natives took me to see a psychic today and he told me I was going to cross the line. I didn’t believe him and I still don’t but the inference that I could just turn gay, well, it made me remember a specific night that occurred years ago. It also made me remember the way I felt and how much I wanted to do it. I mean I remember it so clearly and I remember how I wanted it like nothing else.”

 

Logan was now staring into Eddie’s eyes, begging the man would say something wise or something that would make him feel better. Unfortunately, a customer walked into the bar and Eddie excused himself and walked away, leaving Logan submerged in thoughts and memories of that night with Aaron all those years ago.

 

As Logan watched Eddie cross to the other side of the bar, he felt like he was holding onto a rope while hanging precariously in front of the shear face of a cliff, only to watch the person holding the other end of the rope, let go and walk away. In his mind, Logan was whispering to Eddie, “Don’t leave me.” Logan simply knew that in solitude and silence, those thoughts and those memories would come again. In the split second that followed his silent plea, the eye of his mind opened and moving pictures began to take shape. In essence, the bar and reality vanished and another time came into view.

 

Logan’s mind took flight. He remembered how with adolescence, feelings for Aaron had come along for the ride. He had always loved Aaron like a best friend, maybe even like a brother. The new feelings, though, were feelings that had tortured him from eleven until thirteen until finally, they had looked him square in the eyes. Following that night, nothing happened but the memories and feelings of that occurrence, still occasionally came back to haunt him.

 

The feelings had culminated one Friday night at thirteen, during a sleepover at Aaron’s house. They had been watching horror movies in Aaron’s bedroom and eventually they had fallen asleep together. In the early hours of the morning, Logan had awoken wrapped around Aaron. They had truly been the best of friends but at that moment he knew how much he loved him. Not only did Logan know he loved Aaron more than he was supposed to, he also knew he wanted him in a way he was not supposed to.

 

Logan had kissed Aaron’s naked back as he spooned him from behind. They both were wearing only football shorts in bed and Logan’s erection had been pressed between Aaron’s arse cheeks, as they slept. Logan had been so hard when he awoke and his burgeoning, adolescent needs had been so powerful, he had pushed and rubbed his erection within his friend’s tight, little crevice until finally, Logan had blown in his shorts. He was relieved Aaron had not awoken but at the same time, he wished he had and that they had shared the experience together, just like they did everything else.

 

The following day, Logan had been filled with confusion and guilt. He had loved that moment with Aaron, he wanted to do it again and from that moment he believed he knew a truth about the boy he was. For days, weeks and eventually months, he could not stop thinking about it but then he heard a story that changed everything.

 

Logan heard about another boy who was bashed almost to death for being gay. An innocent boy named Scott he had never met, who was lying in a hospital bed in a coma and had been for two years. The boy was in that position for being the way Logan wanted to be with Aaron.

 

Fear of vilification, violence or being dismissed or disowned by those he loved, grew steadily within the boy Logan was. It gnawed at him. Eventually he decided that being gay was wrong and then considering what the consequences could be; Logan made a decision and focused his attention on being like every other boy and man in his life. He forced himself to look at girls. He told himself he had to be normal and during the following year, Logan forced himself to have sex with an older girl. Within several years, Logan had become the pussy whore that Aaron renowned him to be.

 

Logan’s eyes focused, as his mind returned from the memory and he immediately realised he had an erection. The simple memory of being with Aaron that night, so many years before, had made him incredibly hard. He adjusted it so it could not be seen, as he squirmed uncomfortably upon the barstool. He ordered another drink from Eddie but when Eddie tried to resume their conversation, Logan told him he was okay, he had worked it out and that he no longer needed to talk about it.

 

Eddie nodded but even though he thought Logan was avoiding whatever the issue that was bothering him, he knew he was just a barman and there was nothing more he could do.

 

Logan tried to push the thoughts and the discomfort out of his mind. He then thought about the possibility that Aaron was gay and in love with him. His teeth clenched angrily, as he realised that somewhere deep within him, he liked the idea.

 

Reactively however, Logan told himself that it pissed him off because firstly, if Aaron was gay, he had not told him and therefore he had been lying to him. Building on that self-protective foundation, within his increasingly alcohol-influenced mind, Logan thought that secondly, if Aaron was in love with him then their friendship was not what he had thought it was. These thoughts relieved his guilt and denial, as he began to build blame toward Aaron, to relieve his own negative feelings and thoughts.

 

Severely hung-over and now getting supremely drunk again, it was right at that moment when everything changed. Logan used these thoughts as an excuse to stop writing to his best friend. He enforced the idea that if Aaron was gay then Aaron was to blame for what he had done at thirteen. Consciously he knew it made no sense and he also knew Aaron had done nothing wrong but the whole memory thing was digging a pit inside of him to rival the Grand Canyon. He needed an escape and any escape would do.

 

The irony to this situation was that Logan really did not put any stock in what the psychic had said. He believed he was straight and he also believed Aaron was straight and then he told himself forcefully, he did not need or want to have sex with a guy. He was certain of it because he had proved it years before.

 

Twenty-four-hours later, Logan was flying out of Heathrow International Airport’s Domestic Terminal and a new, time consuming and mind consuming part of his travels took control.

 

To be continued...