Just managing to look around a little I saw a security uniform. Through a door and then another before he threw me on the floor. “Caught this dirty ...little fucker watching you two through the window.”I stared at the two guys in the room—one of them in a uniform, the other on knees, naked below the waist.“Get up you faggot pervert.” It came from behind, so I looked, and this tall big guy stood with his hands on his hips dressed in a blue uniform with a white security badge on one arm and front. The coach wanted me to train with Tommy and get him acquainted with our school and the neighborhood. Tommy and his Mother had moved into our neighborhood after his Father had passed. I had no thoughts as to what color Tommy was other than he didn't say much, you had to pry words out of him. After the first week of classes Tommy asked if I would run with him after school I agreed and we stopped at my house first. There I changed into my running shorts, tennis and t-shirt, we left and went to. McMillan," Ramon affirmed, "We won't abuse your hospitality." That's good to know. Davey, would you ask your mom if she'd like to come over for dinner this evening? Of course, you and Ramon are invited too." Sure, I'll ask. I don't think she has any plans but Ramon and I are going out to his uncle's ranch to ride horses this afternoon and then we're having dinner with them. He's coming to pick us up and it'll probably be late when we get back. I'll have Mom call you when I get home." You do. I'll think about what you said about the golfing. I never cared to play alone either. Dave is an excellent golf teacher. I'm certain that he is doing exactly what needs doing. As to advising you on those personal matters, I'm afraid I'm ill equipped to offer any true advice. I've been somewhat sheltered in that sense. What I can do is listen while you tell me about what is happening to you. The key to a good solution often lies in seeing the problem clearly. My Daddy always said that. He meant.