It almost seemed like a different life to him. The luxuriesand realities of that home were far removed from him now. While hecould revert to that ma... at a moment's notice, there was no realpossibility of him being able to do so.With that thought in mind, Ben passed by the bathroom door and peeredinside. The old yellow tiles struck him as 70's era, 80's at thelatest.He tried not to think about it while he went into the single bedroom inthe rear of the apartment. Serena followed him into the. “You have no idea how much I’ll miss this,” she said, and I felt what had to be a tear on my shoulder.“What’s wrong?” I asked, guessing that I was going to hear from Liz the same thing I’d heard from Maria Cristina.“I was asked on a date,” she said with a hitch in her voice.“And you want to say ‘yes’?”“I think I need to,” she said, sobbing softly. “You can’t marry me. Or give me children.”“No, I can’t,” I replied, keeping my voice soft and loving.“I knew, eventually, this would happen. I’m. This isn’t right. What if your parents find out? How the fuck old are you anyway?” he said to Sarah. “You really shouldn’t be doing this.”“I’m 16, and I do what I want. My folks don’t really care. They always pay more attention to my older brother, like he is some kind of movie star or something. They’re pretty lame.”Tom stammered, “But…but you two really shouldn’t be doing this.”“Well Mr. C, I noticed you haven’t told Sarah to stop rubbing your balls,” said Renee.He looked down and she. If I stared at it long enough, wrapped around those strong, thick, rugged fingers; it would start to get me excited just thinking of all the erotic inducing ideas. If only he knew the thoughts and feelings I had for him over the past three years. The things I would want him to do with those fingers. But did I even understand those feelings? Immediately I’m filled with anxiety and depression. I don’t want to be gay!No! I’m not if I don’t want to be! I can’t let this get to me, no, I’ve already.