Usually a “nephew evening” catered to six men including Henry. Sweet quiet Henry never had the need to hold permanent employment. He managed the w...y he could, part pimp, part hooker, part escort, he was a man whose world was deeply involved in satisfying men who craved men. That evening Henry was the first one at the rooming house a.k.a. brothel which was quite far from where he lived. He had given chits to everyone involved and they gave those to the half-sober receptionist who told them to. She remembered taking pictures of the beach, the ocean, the sunset, the moon. How her fingers trembled at the mere touch of someone sharing this with her, someone who brought out feelings in her that she didn’t even know were there. A smile, yet – a tear. The evening was so perfect as the moon rose higher and higher with it’s brilliant light casting a romantic glow upon the water. No other scene could have been planned any better than what she was experiencing. She remembered how their hands. He drove her home and waited in her living room for her to shower and change into fresh clothes. Scarlet came into her kitchen and was greeted warm pancakes and her sexy teacher at the table. She was overcome with gratitude; Mr. Wilson was so thoughtful and caring."You cooked for me?" She smiled at him."Well, my mother was an alcoholic, so I pretty much grew up on my own," he admitted, embarassed.Scarlet said nothing and just hugged him, resting her head on his muscular chest. Mr. Wilson. A WEEKEND OF REFLECTIONS Paula Penny was sitting at the kitchen table enjoying a cup of coffee and reading the morning newspaper while her husband Brad was off playing golf with his regular foursome. Paula’s mind began to drift and the events leading up to the marriage to Brad filled Paula’s head. It had been four years since Paula then Paul had graduated from Astor Heights Academy. As soon as Paul turned 18 he began having sex with Brad Penny. Just as Brad treated the other gay students with.