One had been the history of oppression. Another was the martial arts, which had given me the confidence and tools to resist oppression without actuall... resorting to combat. And, in a combination of the two, I'd studied the various freedom movements where a repressed minority sought to overcome the forces that 'kept them down.'It was that last study that formed my actions the next several days, as I undertook what the old strategists called 'battle-space preparation.' I maintained near-constant. But no hinges or knobs could be seen. They did try to push on each one of them and they also tried to slide them using the friction of their hands, but they had the impression that the doors were part of the wall since they didn't even begin to budge while they were exerting all sorts of forces on them.After many long minutes of trying different ways to open them, they gave up and focussed their attention on the rest of the room. On the wall opposite to the two doors, behind the arch and near a. Brian laid holding Mark close. He, in turn, could smell Mark’s freshly washed hair combined with the cocoa butter. Yes, Brian did want to see Mark in small swim trunks, nicely tanned, lying on the beach beside him. Brian longed to do so much with Mark. He wanted to take their relationship to a fully sexual one. But Brian knew he had to take time for Mark to adjust to his newly discovered sexual preference.Brian chuckled to himself, thinking about how newly self-acknowledged homosexuals were. It so happened that we graduated from rival high schools and grew up 10 miles from each other, but never met until college. Since none of his frat brothers lived near us, I thought I no longer would be in contact with any of them. Dave persisted in his desire to see me braless and wearing revealing clothes. He also continued to take pictures. We started using a Kodak camera, which required sending the film out to be developed. Sometimes we would get the pictures back in the mail and a couple.