I didn’t knew he smoked. His back was towards me.When I went to the window to give him water, he had unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt a...nd to my surprise had unbuttoned his jeans and lowered the zip midway. I didn’t comment or say anything just gave him the water and stared at his manly chest and the hair coming out of it. I could see his nipples too at times when he raised his hands for a drag. He saw me staring at his chest and asked ‘do you want it?’ I was caught off guard and. PROM is the first series, and while it is a little choppier (in my opinion) because it was my first effort, it is the main story from which the others are branched. So things will definitely be a little confusing (and surprises/themes ruined) if it is skipped over. PRELUDES is the follow-up and it deals with a crucial stretch of time that led to where Prom began. It weaves the two series together and fills in a lot of missing details and untold storylines that help explain how the events of. I walked over to the New York City Public Library carrying my hot coffee in one hand.Unlike most of the other pedestrians that were scurrying hither and yon like characters in a Charles Dickens novel intent of getting to their destination on time, I strolled along just trying to keep out of everyone’s way and not wanting to get knocked over. I was in no hurry because there were still ten minutes before the library opened and they were like Nazis about not opening a second too soon because they. One Saturday, after a run around Camden/Islington, he stopped off at a coffee shop but only to grab a banana. He stood rather than sat on a stool because after running and sweating, he thought it best not to subject others to his arse sweat on a seat. He stood in front of the high tables they have in coffee shops by the windows staring out at the rest of the world as it went by at different paces for different people. It was the epitome of different strokes for different folks. Most coffee.