Gently, she pulled my head to her shoulder as I finished. “Your in a safe and caring environment now, Ray.” She whispered, softly stroking my back... “And guess what…you passed. A high distinction to boot.” I smiled weakly and nodded. I bit my lip but could not stop my body from trembling. The well of my emotions swelled and, despite trying to hold it, I broke into long low sobs. My body ached with the pain of constant employment rejection and my facade of being confident and somewhat care-free. "When was the last time you tried talking to them about it? Maybe they just missed you and blamed the Institute for taking you away." It's been a long time," I embarrassingly admitted. With a start, I realized it had been at least two years since we last talked."Maybe you should go visit them." Maybe," I agreed, trying to figure out how I ended up having a client offer me advice.I couldn't remember the last time I'd opened up this much to a client before, but it felt really good, and I could. I head to the bar and get two shots, vodka straight up. The liquid fire sliding down my throat is a reminder of the fire I’ll be feeling between my lower lips in a few minutes. I order a third vodka, on the rocks. I turn to survey the bar again, leaving him until last. Our eyes meet and lock as I take my drink to a table near his. Luck is on my side, this corner is deserted, I sit facing him. We just there staring at each other sipping our drinks. After a bit I slowly work the palms of my hands. In the room there were two mattresses on the floor, they sat down on each of them, David took his shoes and socks off, they were sitting on the edge of the mattresses their feet almost touching. Then David said “maybe we can have a little arrangement, what you told me earlier, I am not in a relationship right now and I find you very attractive, the first time I saw you in your trainers and your pop socks when you brought Mick to the hostel I thought you looked really horny and I wanted you.