I woke up and he saw him going through the gay world mag. I go to the loo to wash my face and freshen up and come back and he had kept the mag where i...t was earlier, I ask him did he enjoy reading the mag, his face turned red but he quietly replied yes he liked the photos. He gathered courage and asked me if I was gay and I told him openly that I was and did not have any hassles as I worked for an all American company who was also an equal opportunity employer who did not differentiate between. She managed to reveal her left breast, “Are you sure?” she asked.“No, not at all,” I insisted, “Lets get you to the pub, I am sure someone will oblige.”She put her breast away and we went to the Flyne Fox.“You can’t bring no tart in yer,” the Landlord challenged, “You be ent licensed.”“I am no tart!” the wench declared.“Well you scrubbed up well if thee’s a bloke,” Old Tom chuckled, “Whats yours, a pint of Gin or a good fucking up thee’s ass.”“Fuck up the ass please,” she said.Poor old Tom fell. “She has nothing,” Diana said dismayed by what they had discovered when they had taken Kim home. Kim’s apartment had been totally bare. In the bedroom, she had a mattress on the floor. The living room contained a single chair and a TV tray. There wasn’t a television or a radio in the room. It was as if no one was actually living there.“I noticed that,” Dan said.“Did you know that before today?” Diana asked.“No. She never talks about herself. All she ever does is gossip. She’s always talking. And he does still see you that way, in part. That is part of his problem.He still sees you as the “One he could not save”, despite the fact that he did everything that could conceivably be asked of a scared boy. And I saw his face in that unguarded moment where he started to view your message. Seeing you again as you were before that day is a reminder to him of all that was taken from you, a burden that he thinks is his to bear. I think you and I both know differently, but he still dreams of.