The romantic side of my brain is looking at the unconscious carcass of my logical side. Logic is overrated.I bathed him. Top of his head to his toes, ...istening to him groan happily when I did his feet. I did his chest and his back and his armpits, using deliberate pressure on the last to keep from tickling him.Now there’s one last area.“Keep your mind out of the gutter, Buddy. I know that you’re sweaty and gunky there, too.”He closed his eyes. I would like to say that I was absolutely. I never had the nerveto ask Mother if I could take dance lessons but I'll bet she'd have letme. When there were the skating competitions on, I'd tell Mother howpretty I thought the girl's costumes were. She always just smiled andagreed with me. Anyway, Father and Todd left. Mother was receiving child support butstill had to work. She's a nurse for a pediatrician's office and theystill have to wear the white dresses. I always thought Mother looked soprofessional in the white dress and tights.. The reason for this infringement of school rules? The usual of course! After school I had a hot date with a rendezvous on the back row of the cinema. I was looking forward to receiving some furtive groping in the dark, the thought of which was already starting to harden my nipples.The lesson I was supposed to be benefiting from was English Literature, usually my favourite subject and the one in which I would later read for my degree at Oxford. However, on this occasion studies of Shakespeare’s. He showed me the game and then sat me on in the desk chair with him so that we were leaning up against each other. I wasnt used to being in physical contact with another person so I was a little uncomfortable but I soon got into the game and didnt realize how much he was touching me with his leg and patting me on the back and grabbing my neck every time something happened in the game. Its hot in here, isnt it? he asked. Yeah, sort ah. So take off your tee shirt and then youll be cooler like me..