Then one night it happened.The four of us boys were up in our dormitory after an evening meeting just before lights out. We were in our underpants and... had the porn magazines out. One of the boys, a randy lad called Kevin, announced out of the blue that he’d persuaded two of the girls to come to our dormitory for some fun. He’d no sooner said it when the door opened and in they walked. I’ve forgotten their names so I’ll call them Ann and Becky. They were average pretty girls our age, Ann blonde,. I had pulled out one of the drawers on his desk to empty it of the final bits of scattered debris, loose paperclips, post it notes, the odd change scattered here and there, and even a few odd looking nuts and bolts that were certainly out of place. When I did that, I discovered something that we might otherwise have missed. Or rather Danny did anyway, as I emptied the drawer into the waste can and was about to put it back into the old roll-up desk again when Danny drew my attention to it."Hey. You have a problem opening up to society as a homosexual man, so you become defensive; you try to look like the dominating male figure, while in fact you subconsciously chose to hitch a hike with an outspokenly gay man, in a milk truck no less. Just a moment ago admitted you're worse at sucking cock than most women. And that's why you punched me, because in this soul-searching quest you are too confined by your own-"I punched him again, and this time it had the desired effect. He stopped. Actually, I was thinking more of starting with CareSpan's existing work with food co-ops and TimeBanks in London, take it from there. In fact," she smiled broadly, "I'm having dinner with May later on to talk about it. Consider yourself invited."Kath drove us down in the Landrover, of course, only to find that trains from Bowmere were cancelled because of the snow, so that we ended up dropping Jane there, then driving on to Hartsholme on the understanding that trains were running from.