I was sitting only in my boxer's. I got up and went through the rooms. It was the same suite they showed me after I first arrived. An hour into the to...r we had stopped by here, or a suite like it. A living room with a state of the art entertainment center, a bedroom and bathroom with shower only.I tried the door. Well, if it had a handle I might have tried it. All that filled the doorway was a metal panel of some sort. As I considered what to do I finally felt completely well again. My ring,. Mr. Orlov handed me a clipboard and asked me to restock shelves. I quickly scanned the list of items and realized that I wouldn’t finish by noon. I let Mr. Orlov know, and then got to work. Four hours later, with only a brief break for a cup of coffee, I had completed about three-fourths of the items on the list. I handed the clipboard back to Mr. Orlov, with neat checkmarks next to each item I’d restocked, and a notation of how many of each item remained in inventory in the back room. He. ”I shifted a bit uncomfortably. “I guess so. Anyway, it doesn’t matter much, since I hardly know what I’m going to do out on the dance floor.”“It’s never too late to practice!” Clara said, gesturing invitingly to the center of the studio.I grinned. “That’s probably not going to happen. But thanks for the offer.”“I could show you some basics. Perhaps later, at a break, if you want. Shannon might be pleasantly surprised.”I took a deep breath. “Thank you, but we’ll see if there’s time.”Fortunately. "Mom?" I said, forcing her to look at me. "Am I still grounded?" Uhhh..." she said, her hand on the doorknob. "...no. But...just remember what I said, alright?" Yess," I groaned, hiding my anger.So that night, I lay in bed thinking. I thought about Jordan. I thought about my mom, and even my dad.Everyone was telling me something different. My heart told me to be gay. My mom told me to be straight. Jordan just told me not to tell anyone about us or him. And my dad...he was telling me a bunch of.