If you have the room, and can hold it for thirty minutes, I will drive down and let you swipe the card," I suggested."Of course, I had no idea you wer... calling locally. Do you want the room for tonight?" she asked."No starting on Friday night running till Sunday morning," I said. She had thought I was a tourist in town looking for a place to stay. I wasn't all that well known in town. That was the way I liked it."Come on Wilson we have to ride out to the Rum Runner," I called inside to him.We. Yes, blame it on that, Carter, he thought and shook his head. Never before had he felt attracted to a dude. And it had to be Aron, of all people. Not the guy who was bringing him the newspaper, because he thought he was a good neighbor. Was that guy doable? From a gay guy’s point of view. He had no idea. But the image of being entangled in a dirty kiss with his newspaper-bringing neighbor, had no effect on him. What about the guys he used to hang out with? Nope, no matter how much he tried to. It just … ain’t.Also – I was hungry. Also – it was hot as fuck. As fuck. So the prayer don’t take all of those factors into play.(God grant me the serenity not to beat the shit out of an emotionally stunted fucktard, on an empty stomach, on a hot day, right after he calls me a fag for the thirtieth fucking time - all while the little bitch is working on my dime, and barely pulling his weight. Naw – the prayer doesn’t go like that. I mean – sometimes you just got to fuck serenity.)I decided to. The hints would continue.The next morning was like any other. I had breakfast quickly before work and I kissed my mother goodbye. I did make sure once again as I kissed her I pushed my body up close. I may have even wrapped my arms around her while doing so. But then it was off to work.“Probably going to Alan’s after work,” I told her.“Should I wait up?” She asked. The tone in her voice made the double meaning of her question so clear.“That sounds good.” I said it in a soft reassuring tone. “I.