I heard the door swung: it was Bertha. I stopped there paralyzed, ashamed, embarrassed and feeling guilty. I took a pillow to cover and asked what ar... you doing there watching me? She smiled and said: “Oh, yesss, young boy. You know, I’ve seen many of those. I’m a mother of 5 and had a spouse, but I admit your dick is too stunning, with no hair. That’s what I was staring at. But, don’t you worry, I’m here just to inform, dinner is ready.” I said: “Oh, just wait. I’m there in a minute.” Then I. I’m not gay, bi-curious, or attracted to men.However, I’m not a gay basher or against gays in anyway. I’ve known some gay boys, and while they’ve neverbeen close friends I talk with them sometimes. Thereason for this disclaimer will become apparent as thestory progresses.I’ve had my driver’s license since I was 16,last year that is. My mom has to work long hours andshift work since my dad left and I have to drive mybrother and sisters around, so they let me. . Nope, not even going to get anywhere near those. They don't exist, and that's the end of that.As you slowly walk around the room, you think back to just a few short weeks ago, when an e-mail caught your eye. Honestly, on any other day you probably would have simply deleted it as spam. An all-expenses paid blah blah blah? Sure, yea, whatever. It didn't ask for any money though, didn't ask for any information, not even your name. It did want him to read through some really long drawn-out paper,. “It’s too stuffy in here tonight” I say to myself so I make my way to my 5th floor fire escape. “At least the air out here is cooler.” I say to myself in a soft monotone voice. “It sure is.” A voice answers back. Startled I turn to look, realizing the voice came from above me, “What the…” Above me is a familiar face in red, “Raphael, what are you doing here?” Raphael with no effort does a single flip landing on the railing of my fire escape, “I was out on patrol and I saw you, thought I’d come.