Oh God, he'd ruined her life too and he hadn't even told her yet about his father and Wanda. It would kill her. He may as well plunge a knife right in...o her."Here, darling." Bette Jean sat on the couch and handed Gary a glass. "Drink this... it'll burn... but it will help a little... I hope..." Helpless tears ran down her face again, silent and despairing."Wh-What is it?" He raised up a little."It's brandy. This is an emergency, darling... otherwise you know Mother would never give you alcohol. Those were the last thoughts I allowed myself to have. I deliberately cleared my mind and silently whipped the door open. My steps on the wooden staircase warned her, and when my head surfaced in the loft, she had a glare waiting for me. All she could manage to say was, “Tim!” I gave her the widest smile possible, which neutralized her standoff posture, then sat down close to her and said I had come for a cup of tea. She argued with me, saying the shop was closed and I had no business being. Just after a few seconds, I was feeling good as his hand was so warm.The touch of his warm hand was feeling good though his hand was rough it was feeling good at my waist. (I don’t know why I was thinking like my wife as she once said to me that my warm hand feels so good on her waist. But I was sure I was not gay and if he made any progress I will stop him.)There was no further action from him so I thought he was sleeping and put his hand in sleep and will move it as soon as he realizes. But. Now, the dorms are co-eds and so that there are boys on the top floor and girls on the bottom floor. There are no bathrooms in the dorm rooms so the boys have to go down the hall to the bathroom. He opens the door and takes off his clothes right in front of the bath stall that he is at. He lays his clothes onto the bench in the back and walks into the shower. He knows that this will have to be quick if he is to catch his first class. So, as a man would do it, he takes a quick shower, but stops.