“Fucking County boundary runs along the Canal!” he laughed.“So?” I asked.“Fifty yards up road so if they can’t walk there we stick them in...the Transit and let some other dopey cunt worry about it!” he said.“So you are?” I asked. I was getting to like him already.“Nobby,” he says, “You want to see the facilities?”“That’s why I came,” I agreed.We went out back, “Operating theatre one,” he said opening the door to show cardboard boxes packed from ceiling to floor. “Does a bit on Ebay,” he. Dawson nodded. He pulled away and turned to face him. Angry tears ran down his face. "I hate that guy. I hate him!" Don't say that. He's your friend." What do you know? You just met us both so how could you know us?" I may not know you both that well, but I do know that everyone can use a friend. See, growing up gay, I never had a chance to have a real friend. I was always hiding who I was."Dawson calmed down a bit. He sighed and took off his jacket hanging it back on the coat hanger. "I see.. Not wanting to be mean, I asked Todd, "Would you mind leaving for awhile? Matt wants to be alone with Alison and I."Matt chimed in, "Yes, Todd, leave us. We'll call you when it's your turn." Todd looked so deflated. I asked him if he minded and he said no and disappeared down the stairs. I didn't want him sneaking back up and spying on us so I went down and closed the door to the loft. When I came back up, Alison was still in the tub and Matt was on the bed. He told me how beautiful I was. I. She would hold my shoulders to position me to see the art, or stand rather closer to me than in the front room, and of course I leaned towards her more. "After three or four minutes, she had taken to standing right next to me on my right, a little behind me, and often pressed her breast into my arm. We walked around the back space that way, and when we reached the door to her office I could scarcely breathe, much less talk. My head was swimming with all the possibilities, and she was subdued as.