Perhaps he didn't have one. I knew whatever he said, it would be a lie. "I...I....I dunno...." was all he could mutter out at first."I just thought.......we could you know." he stammered out.I thought we had already been through this. I was annoyed now. My tone was not the nicest when I spoke to him. "Thought we could what Jon? I told you this already that can't happen. You don't come up in my bedroom, EVER! You don't spy on women, EVER! What gives you that right, huh?" I said angrily and I. In the morning, as he lay in bed, he wasn't sure which dreams bothered him more. He could understand the dreams about his missing foot, but the dreams of Kat were unlike any he had before. She had never evinced even the slightest interest in him as a romantic partner. In fact, it seemed like she went out of her way to be friendly without leaving any doubt that her interest was platonic. Still, the dreams continued.The next day would be very like the previous one. He continued his walks, trying. "Other voices excitedly asked her all sorts of silly girly questions, snippets could be heard, like, pedicure and conditioner and nails to do, tanners, shaving, the man reading the book smiled as he heard, "I'm really going to have to take my body in hand."As he got up and walked towards the red car he muttered, "Well some-one is."The red car sat at the end of the tree lined road, the large white and beige house stood amongst the trees, the manicured garden looked almost too perfect as its. There was the Muslim girl, Zahra, who wore a hijab but was the one with the worst sailor mouth, almost as bad as me. The two Indian guys, Vishal, who drank enough coffee to kill a horse, and Rana, who had parents that were still trying to get him in an arranged marriage with a woman, despite knowing that their son was gay. And even though Wes was good-looking, Dante was the hot one. Piercing green eyes, smooth dark skin, and thick, black hair that was always styled flawlessly like a movie star..