We both found places to hide and get kisses and have nice hugs but never could go beyond that.Then came the best day of our life, once when Rita’s p...rents were to go out for one day to their native place and Rita had to stay back for our semester exams. We knew it 3 days before and used to make all kinds of plans we can. Then came the day and she asked me to come to her place by walking. So that neighbors don’t see a bike parked. She kept her door opened and said me to get in quickly. I got in. "Hope you're hungry. It's an English Breakfast today."With a final tightening hug, Sasha let him go, straightening and moving to the refrigerator to pour a glass of orange juice. "I know. I can smell it," she responded."How do you want your eggs?" he asked, rising to finish cooking."Sunny side up. This time don't break the yolks," Sasha suggested with a smile, taking a big gulp of orange juice. She watched him grin and adored it."If you want unbroken yolks don't distract me," he informed. No drugs, no law problems, 100% attendance unless you had a medical note, minimum 'B' average in all classes and if you missed a practice you'd miss a meet for every absence. A bit of a shock for the newcomers, but it was a bit of a yawn for the rest of the team. Some of us had been through this bit about the rules four or five times now. We were dismissed a little earlier than usual so that we could get started on packing up our belongings. We'd be out of the dorms before breakfast the next. It also fascinated him how the stockings and G-stings seemed to put the straight men that he fancied, at ease. He supposed that to these guys, half a woman was infinitely preferable to having to admit to one’s homosexual propensities.Theo did not like gay bars or clubs and the men in those places were not to his liking. Butch gay men always seemed like ‘pretenders’ to him. Theo, therefore, only hung out in straight cocktails bars in upmarket hotels. Married men were like an aphrodisiac to him.