Brad missed the look since he was already headed out the back door, but she effectively nailed me to the couch with a motion and a glare."So, I see th...ngs are picking up where they left off. Does that mean that I can expect visits from half the town again? Or did you learn your lesson?" I know you're upset and less than glad to see me. I understand that you hoped never to have me in your house again. Brad and I talked over a lot last night, and we agree both of us showed an extreme lack of good. I wouldn’t be attracted to him if he wasn’t. He’s just a twink, that’s all. A natural bum boy, a pussy boi, a pretty boy,” Brett blew Allen a kiss to his shock.“Do you think that he’s gay?” Amy asked now.“No, I think that he’s bi, but when it comes to guys, he’s an obvious bottom. Maybe even a power bottom. Time will tell,” Brett licked his lips as he repeated the word “bottom” twice, as if picturing Allen’s bare tush.“Would he make a good sissy, do you think?” Amy carried on, much to Allen’s. I woke up in the morning, went to the truckstop and took a shower and had breakfast. I made my way to the highway to try to get a ride. After a little while a guy in an old pickup stopped and offered me a ride to the Nevada/ Utah line where he worked. His name was Lee, and was probably in his 50s or so, and we talked a bit. He told me he worked at one of the casinos there. When we got to Wendover he told me he didnt have to go to work till the evening, and that he had a place that he stayed. But her smile faded and her brow furrowed. She turned towards the bedroom and stared, not focused on anything as thoughts flashed through her mind -- fragmented thoughts, confusing thoughts.Glancing up at the clock, Matilda jumped. It was late. She scurried around the kitchen preparing dinner. She threw on a couple of steaks and baked two potatoes. When the food was ready, she peered into the bedroom. Leon was sitting on the floor leaning against the side of the bed. The suitcase was closed and.