. fluttery? He felt like there was an angry swarm of butterflies in his stomach and his heart was hammering against his ribcage as if it was trying to...break free.To his surprise, she didn’t proceed with her unsolicited kiss, hanging there above him as if waiting for something. Her long, slate-grey hair fell about her face, cascading past his head and seeming to seal the two of them off from the rest of the world.“Come on Jeff,” she whispered, her warm breath tickling his skin. “We had fun on. I hoped that the novelty and the shock would wear off in a few days. It didn't. I decided that my life was pretty-much over and that everyone in my home town had been right about that whole 'lowest kind of slut' thing being something to avoid at all costs.Weeks went by before I caught a glimmer of light at the end of my lonely tunnel. A guy I didn't know came over and sat next to me in the library. The remarkable thing was that he did it without looking around furtively to see if anyone he knew. I stopped to check the surf on my way to Connie’s place. The waves were coming in, in rapid succession, the crests white froth. The tourists could enjoy a day in the sun, but the lifeguards would probably keep them out of the water.When I had completed my pool tasks, I was hot and sweaty, the humidity and sun combining to do their worst. I recalled the ocean conditions and the fact that I could not be cooling off in the sea-water. So, I thought, this is why you have a pool at the beach.It was. To be honest ... I had completely forgotten about Ryan – he was cute that is for sure and he is a Southern Kiwi man (kinda like a Southern US guy – born and bred on the farm, pretty str8 acting and my bet is he could sheer - or share – a sheep). I can’t believe I hadn’t given him much more though because I don’t really know any gay guys in town yet. So last week I get a txt from Ryan saying that he and his boyfriend (yes he wrote boyfriend) were going to shoot some pool and I was welcome to.