He now was hiding in plain sight. It wasn't perfect by any stretch of theimagination, but it was safe and he was satisfied.He wanted so badly to just ...e a girl, like Sarah. Free and withoutjudgement. But society wouldn't allow it.Why?Andy couldn't answer that question. It's just the way things were.But why were they that way?Why couldn't he just be himself? Why should anybody care? Andy didn'tknow, but it was apparent that people did care and they cared a lot. Hefelt like a condemned prisoner. ” Adam replied, and she was gone. Adam and I went inside and flopped out on his couch. Let me talk about Adam. He, like me, is also 13 and very good-looking. He is about 5’ 4”, he has dark brown hair like me, and very deep brown eyes. He is very well built and muscled. Most girls find him the hottest boy in school.“So... wanna go in the basement?” Adam asked.“Sure,” I said. “We gonna play video games?”“Yeah, why not?” Adam replied. Once downstairs we were laughing and playing Call of Duty. Then. Inside, the open kitchen, its copper pans on the wall, hummed with industry. Happy chitchat competed with café music. Imbued with a homely Provençal style, we loafed here for lunch.Reclining in her chair, her expression unchanged, pinched fingers opened her symbolic red jacket. The tight ivory top squeezed her breasts into enticing ovals. She chose not to wear a bra. My eyes returned and an eyebrow conveyed her impatience.“You are thinking about ‘it’. You want me now,” every syllable. Drawing back the sheer window coverings, I stand there looking out into the night trying to focus on the building opposite mine, my attention on one window in particular.When did I become aware of my audience? When did my body start craving the indecent, depraved need I had to share myself with a stranger? My secretive, shameful secret excites me beyond an acceptable level I know. I have found a whole new life with him, because of him.My eyes widen as a movement catches my eyes. Yes he is there.