Straight, he snorted. But it was not like Aron could help it, right? He could not just choose not to be gay.Damn, everything was so confusing. What if...he was the one fucked up in the head? Aron had said that he had realized he was gay because he liked Carter more than just a friend. Wait. Did that mean that he had made Aron gay? Was it something he did? They had always been close, but... No, that was stupid. Even he knew that. He groaned and slumped his shoulders. What the fuck was he going to. In fact, I was really good. Reservations were starting to come in months and even years in advance. The pay was amazing, the clientele were satisfied and I was happy. Lonely, but happy. As I glanced through my growing portfolio, my eye caught a picture that I had intentionally tucked away toward the rear of the pages. Face and neck glistening from the moist heat that settled on that private island in the Caribbean, a set of deep turquoise eyes gazed back framed by a strawberry blonde mane.. Now, ten years on, she was back from University for the summer, her studies complete. I’d not gone on to higher education. Instead, I’d gone to work for a local computer builder and repairer and had helped build up a reasonable business. She wanted to talk to me still, but I was in for a shock. ‘Dougie, there’s someone I want you to meet.’ ‘Bring her round, I’ll put the kettle on.’ She was always asking me to meet her friends, almost as if she was trying to set me up with them. It never. Perhaps I was hoping at some point I could add a wife and children to help fill it up. I had been upgrading it regularly with a new heat pump, a tank-less water heater, and some new windows and doors. I had the outside painted in traditional colors, since it was a very traditional farmhouse style design and fit nicely in the neighborhood.Solomon’s music was doing very well, and I patted myself on the back for investing in it. Solomon was still very active in the business, but told me often how.