So whats your name I asked "lacey , oh yes I remember im becky , I remeber she replied looking into my eyes with those gorgeous green eyes , becky yes...lacey dont think im strange or anything but I think you are very preety , thankyou I said I could feel my cheeks slightly blushing im not a lesbian I told her I can tell she said but have you ever been with a girl once at all in your life ; no I said well forgive me for saying but I thought I wasnt a lesbian once but then tried it and have never. "I cain't do that. I can copy somethin', but..."Agnes interrupted him. "His pieces end up looking better than what he's copying, Brent. He refines the lines and adds subtleties that make the furniture a work of art."She spoke with pride, I noticed. Agnes and Oscar were more than mere fuck buddies. They cared deeply about each other. I wondered how long they'd been a couple. A confirmed bachelor and an old maid, my ass. What did Agnes say? Something to the effect that having a man underfoot all. They are so handsome and make me proud every day.They still live with me and all three have similar interests. Photography, video and computer animation.I rented out a small warehouse space just out of town. There they set up an office, a studio and an area where they could do computer animation. At the rear it even have a small room they used for the occasional sleep over. Three single beds fitted in their quite comfortably and I had a shower installed.We, I was paying the bills and acting as. My communion with Percy ... almost palpable. He whispered in my ear, telling me he loved me. Sometimes in my lonely life, I had wished Heaven to whisk me up to its golden gates, but no longer. ~ooOoo~The power to compose poetry arises from within, like the colour of a flower which fades and changes as it develops.It was phrases such as those which stole my heart. Percy's intelligence and masterful use of language challenged me every day. No longer living as a hermit with my nose stuck in.