’ Devlin eyed me for a moment and then took the plate. He covered it with the foil again and carried it to the kitchen. ‘I’ll put it in the frid...e. You can heat it up later if you get hungry again.’ ‘Thanks. You probably have a lot to do and I don’t want to keep you.’ ‘Nope. I’m free the rest of the evening.’ ‘Really, you don’t have to stay.’ I was getting exasperated. He returned to the living room with a big, cheerful smile. ‘I’m staying until you decide to be rude enough to throw me out.. I was 16 when I met Jason, when I sneaked outside school for a cigarette and he asked me for one. We bonded over nicotine and pretty soon afterwards, art, music and everything else. By graduation, I managed to get good enough grades to go to school and become an art teacher while Jason got a scholarship to a prestigious art school. At 23, he became a freelance artist, painting murals and custom artwork for loads of money. Every time one of his pieces was unveiled, I have been always there. It was a bit different than simply looking through his eyes and listening through his ears. He invited me in and didn’t restrict my access to even his innermost thoughts.That’s a type of intimacy almost never shared between heterosexual men. That’s also why I kept my snooping to an absolute minimum.When we heard the whole deal about those kids being kept as sex slaves we both could feel all the ladies freaking out.Not that I wasn’t! In fact, that only fueled the rage that I was still in over. When I got up to pay, the cashier gave me a folded piece of paper. It invited me to meet "Rosie" with her friends in the club rooms below. I couldn't wait to get down stairs. In the first bar, no sign, so on to the next lounge. That looked deserted too - until I looked in the corner. There she was!!. I went across and felt for her hand. She gave it to me and I kissed the back of her knuckles. "Oooh, that doesn't happen to me often," she said. I replied "I don't often meet a person of such rare.