A few minutes later, I heard my parents' car pulling out of the driveway. I got up and went to wash up.My hair was pinned up and I put on a black tank...top with short blue jean shorts. I began to unload the laundry when suddenly I felt a familiar touch. It was Tim putting his arms around me from behind. His hold was so loving and warm."Mmmmm there you are beautiful," he whispered in my ear.I giggled and turned to face him. His hair was neatly combed and his smile was making my heart flutter.. ‘There is nothing, she, or anyone else, can do to make me stop loving you.’ ‘I knew it too,’ she said, ‘but I didn’t have to go through what you went through. I didn’t have to learn to accept my sexuality. I just knew that whatever it took, I had to keep you in my life’ ‘Ok, enough of this. Get your ass out of bed. We have things to do,’ I said, forcing an end to our mutual love fest. We each had things to do to get ready to leave, but we always stopped to spend time together during the day.. So, they allran out of the cafeteria leaving Paul to gather his stuff and hustle outwithout a hair tie to be found anywhere.He hurried to the music wing without making eye contact with anyone.Hopefully, he could get there without attracting any attention.The bell rang just as Paul's hand slammed against the door to the chorusroom to keep it from closing. The teacher, Mr Mwangi, was startled by theperson slipping under his arm and into the classroom so quickly."Excuse me, young lady, but where. He wasn't all that old, maybe in his early thirties. That seemed old to a boy of seventeen.John K was a Korean War vet and had a small disability pension from the Army. He and I got to talking and liked each other. When he learned I was broke and homeless, he invited me to share his tiny apartment in one of the crumbling art deco hotels that lined Venice Beach. I gratefully accepted his kind offer.The apartment was the size of a small hotel room, which is what it actually was. I began to.