Had he seen me?I’d stayed there for a few minutes before I’d chanced raising my head slowly above the window sill to peek again.But he was gone an... so was my view of his gorgeous body.For the next few days, the image of him was all I could think about. And the fascination didn’t die. Weeks turned into months, and months turned into years, but I never did get to catch a glimpse of him sunbathing again—and that wasn’t for a lack of trying.Now, six years later, I still hunger to see him again, but. It was a little bit past eight. His mother hadn’t called from the hospital. Cal figured that was a good sign.“If it was real bad they would have taken him in right away and Ma would have called us. They’re probably just waiting for some tests to come back and that’s why she hasn’t called yet.”He knew Edwin would be busy for a while spreading the manure, so there was no hurry to mix up the pancake batter. Being in the kitchen reminded him of Roxie, whom he hadn’t thought about since the night. Normally the next step would be to have her pose for her mugshots, which in the Danubian Republic comprised not only photographs of the criminal’s face taken from various angles, but also detailed photos of the criminal’s uncovered body taken from various directions and positions. However, the supervisor decided to wait on the mugshots. He knew that the prisoner was in such shock and terror that getting her to pose correctly would take all afternoon, even if he continued to threaten to shoot. ..what?I walked past the whores. I knew I was fucking horny, wanting to get laid, wanting to get off, wanting to cum. But none of the girls were turning me on. What the fuck was happening to me?Then I saw it. Red-lit in neon. “Gay Cinema” it said. Now, I always knew that before I died I had to suck a cock. Was this my chance? Who knew? So, trembling, I went in, walked to the desk where the clerk for the place was stood, and paid my 10 euro to get in. Fuck. I was about to do something that was.