I had never thought of myself as gay, although I had traveled enough to see more of it than most American kids. But, this guy was stunning. I gaped st...pidly at him past the bloody towel I held near my face.“Thank you,” he said in a gentle voice that made my pulse race. “You got hurt trying to help me, and I appreciate it. I am sorry you got beaten up, though.”“Uh, yeah, it’s fine. I mean, no, it’s okay,” I stammered.“May I sit down?” Those blue eyes, filled with concern, gazed back at me.“Uh,. ." Billy? I'm playing a boy?" I asked surprised."Sure. That's not a problem, is it?" Sandy asked."No," I replied, trying not to laugh, "not at all, I assure you."A few minutes later I found myself studying a copy of the script for someschool play in progress. I found it hilarious that I'd been cast in the roleof a little boy, though I tried not to let on.I tried a few lines here and there before lunch was over, and found myselfto not be quite as horrible as I'd have expected. Most of the other. "Maria, I think I'll go barefoot a while. Would you please take these back to my room," she said, indicating the high leg strap heels she wore. Lynn had intended to take them off herself and hand them to the servant, hoping for another meaningful exchange of glances. but, before Lynn could react, Maria was on her knees, under the level of the table where Denise could not see, untying the straps and slowly slipping off the shoes, her hands momentarily fondling Lynn's bare feet and toes."Darling,. After a few chats we managed to work out a time for him to come and visit us no commitments just see how we get on the next week I was like a k** waiting for Christmas I was so excited but eventually the time arrived and I set off to pick him up from the train leaving my wife to get herself ready .On the drive back I could tell Mark was really nervous like us this was his first time doing anything like this back at the house my wife was still upstairs so we grabbed a couple of beers and sat in.