I touched his face gently. He did not feel hot, nor was he flushed. Maybe have a drink somewhere? 8217; He looked up at me hopefully, like a puppy expecting to get a treat.

I let Keith sleep in on Sunday. I slipped out of bed, fetched the newspaper and went to the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee. I smiled at the thought of the young man upstairs, hardly able to believe he was actually there. I had woken up several times in the night and each time, had stretched out a hand to touch him, just to convince myself that Keith was really lying in bed next to me. Suddenly, I was hungry for his touch. I felt the sudden pressure at the back of my eyes b.

Pain, I like it rough. This life is filled with hurt. Trust me and take my hand. When the lights go out you will understand.

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