A friend of a friend said there was a room going in a 2 bedroom cottage right in the city of Adelaide. Turned out, I actually knew the girl that lived...there, as I was involved in Theatre at the time, and often met Opera singers. It's a small sector in Adelaide, so even if I mention her first name, you would be able to find her, so let's call her Sue.The house was great. Right in town, it meant I could go to my favourite pub and walk home, and although there were no pets allowed, I moved in with. It ain’t much but it’s free and you can eat free if you like living on Pizza and frozen sandwiches. How’s all that sound?” she said.“It sounds freakin’ wonderful,” I said, meaning it. “When can I move in?”“Any time,” she said. And just like that I was saved. Who needed billionaire brothers and their whores!It turned out that Angel and Henry were the co-owners of the place. Angel had needed a partner at one point and Henry, a high-end chef—not just a cook—wanted to retire from the artistic side. He was very familiar with the layout and design of the small and pokey room. Somehow a white double wardrobe, chest of drawers, dressing table covered in hairbrushes, makeup and other oddments and a bed had been crammed into the tiny space. The remaining visible parts of the wall had been painted a pastel pink colour.Ben stripped out of his jeans and T-shirt and went over to the chest of drawers; he carefully removed a pair of black cotton knickers and black sheer tights. Ben slipped the. For some reason, I was surprised to find that he wasn't actually angry like I thought he'd be at seeing a Gay scene.But what he wore on his face was something much worse, the look of complete and utter hurt.“Hey dude uhh...” I begun, but he turned around and stormed out of the house.“Lochy wait!” I called after him as I stood up to pull my shorts up.I ran to the front door to find Lochy already speeding away down the Esplanade.Why are you upset? I thought to myself....I thought you hated that.