We'd laughed. A lot. We'd cried a little as well, now and then.We'd driven each other's cars. Heather had worn some of my shirts. We'd told silly joke..., taken long walks, watched movies, become vegetables sitting together in front of the TV.I'd come to understand even more how funny, how clever, and how warm Heather was. She claimed to have come to know me better than she ever thought she could.Mostly though, we had fun. Great friends, wonderful times, and a living, breathing sexual tension. She took this as a challenge and pulled her dress over head and removed her bra. She bent down and licked his cock and then realised that if she was going to go any further she had better rejoin me, however by mistake she went into the gay cinema to find more guys wanking. She teased them by jiggling her tits, walked in between the seats and the screen to make sure all the guys in there saw her and then returned to the heterosexual cinema with a growing band of men following her. Her account. Simons. I don’t think Cletus will be coming back. I’ll bet this little enterprise he had going will be considered abandoned. How’d you like a job?”“A JOB? Doing what? Cletus paid me a 4 bits a day to muck out the stalls. You’ll have to top that.”“Cletus seems to have flown the coop, so to speak. But I think somebody needs to fill the gap. What I’ll offer is $20.00 a week for you to run the place until we figure out what to do.”The boy sat there with his jaw down. “$20 a week, goddamn mister,. His gasping groan makes me bolder; I grind myself against him. He turns his gaze from his boyfriend to meet mine. He is beautiful, his face portraying the mixed feelings, naked vulnerability and burning lust. “I want you Soph, but I can’t do it myself. Help me!” His dark stormy eyes are pleading. At that, I gently push him onto his back and straddle him. With my hands on his chest, feeling his erratically beating heart, I sink on him. Brian lies beside us, stroking himself, avidly watching..