We had builders and carpenters in the house. Had to bring contractors from Larnaca. Everyone was busy in the village. “We have too much work, too bu...sy to take on any new projects”, that is what they would say. Big Joe and I with a sledgehammer each, would do the hard labour work. The building crew did the rest. Installing wheelchair ramps and a newly fitted kitchen.Every time I stepped out of the house. I would encounter hostility from people I had known most of my life. In the supermarket, at. I jumped, grabbed the ledge, and recalling the colorful admonitions of my high school gym teacher's about the lifestyle choices of anyone incapable of doing at least ten pull-ups, brought my head above the edge. I peered through the small window.It was a relatively large gym; large enough for a basketball court, as long as you weren't going to have TV cameras and there were only going to be a few spectators. Bobby, Sean and three of their steroid gladiators were talking quietly. Tammy, always. They hit her with a pistol. Her brother is with her. He was discharged from the Special Forces yesterday after his last tour in Afghanistan. He stopped here to see his sister before going home to Oklahoma."Jonas sighed and sat on the ground with his back against the back tire of the police car. "It's never easy," he muttered as he looked across the parking lot at other stores. He had a glimmer of a plan that was really kind of crazy, but he couldn't think of anything else."What?" Clevis. Even from the few I knew for certain were gay. It felt like ages before I was returned to Jack, stood on unsteady legs, and handed another drink.Even my breathing was unsteady by now. I gladly drank the wine, knowing what was still to come. And knowing I could stop it at any time, just by signaling to Dave or Jack. But that would spoil the lads' fun, and I so wanted them to enjoy this as much as I expected to.Once my glass was empty again, Jack repeated the kiss, only this time when he stopped,.