So did I.We rearranged the furniture in the living room, spread out a carpet over the wood floor (that was erotic), and put things away in the kitchen... I had things to do and said good bye promising to come Monday afternoon to hang pictures on her walls. We both said we’d see each other later- with its double meaning intended by both of us.It was right after nine when she walked into her room for the night. This time, a bedside lamp illuminated her room rather then the hall light. My desk light. ”“The fact that you’re making so much noise is not helping,” Aron glared.“Okay, okay,” Carter agreed.They stood in silence for a couple of seconds. There was no noise from outside. Well, they had found the perfect hiding place, in the closet under the stairs in Aron’s folks’ house. Great, they could relax a little.“So,” he whispered, getting close to his husband, “what’s up?”Aron circled his waist with one hand.“Are you sure you want a honest reply to that? Because I know exactly what’s up. Since that day they haven't fully recovered. That was the day I hooked up with my first American. I was still reeling from Kira, and I was glad to get away for a couple days. I went with a few buddies down to Ann Arbor to watch that game. For me, I wanted to hit a game when the weather was still warm. We fully expected a blowout, and received a massive shock with Appalachian State leading 28-17 after one half of football. The whole place was shocked. During the game there was this cute girl. I’d turned slightly and he chinked my glass with his. “It’d be nice if you’d do us that favour again. Tonight,” he said with a big wink of the eye before walking out of the kitchen door and back to the terrace.We ate some splendid ribs and slices of fillet, baked potatoes and a great tomato and basil salad, all washed down with a lot of wine. We moved from the table and Karen joined me on one of the sofas. While the general conversation continued she said quietly, “Has Ken spoken to you?”"Yes.".