She’d walk to the bathroom, close the door and a few seconds later I’d hear the shower go. After washing herself, always with the radio blaring po... music, she’d wrap a towel round her damp body and one round her hair and head back to her room clutching her t-shirt in her hand. When she closed her bedroom door to dress, I’d rush to the laundry basket in the bathroom, pick up the panties she’d slept in, press them against my face and sniff them, deeply breathing in the musky odour. Sometimes I’d. When he picked up the phone it sounded like he was expecting the call i begged him to stay at his place for a while and he agreed. He was living in the capital not far away from the hotel. When i arrived at his place he smiled evil but i knew i ad to be nice to him in order to not be homless even though i was really pissed. His flat was really nice and i even had a room for myself. I tried to avoid seeing him as much as possible. He only had one rule we had to eat dinner together every day ... “Mom, is it really alright if I’m gay? I mean, do YOU want me to be gay?” “The only thing I would ever want for you is to be happy.” Sharon said with a gentle smile. “What about dad? He still thinks that it’s bad if I’m gay…” John asked with a worried tone. “John, your father loves you just as much as I do. But I guess men have a different way of showing it. Your dad’s not the type who enjoys heart to heart talks much.” Sharon smiled wistfully. “He only said what he did. I was afraidthat if I met anyone on the road I could be noticed and possiblyreported. The further away I was the better.I got careless and found myself in an open area as I was overtaken by asmall cart, driven by a farm worker. I would have to bluff it out." Fine morning, Miss!" It was a sharp faced farm worker, about fifty, Iwould guess. His skin was so weatherbeaten that it looked brown."Yes, it is." Tha needs a lift, lass?" he asked. "Tha's not dressed for walkingmuch."Riding on the cart.