I didn’t really know what to do. I decided that I should maybe start to eat a bit of breakfast and clean up a bit. Gay sex I picked up the news paper and paged through it. ‘I suppose I have free choice on my bedroom?’ he asked in such a boyish tone. The house next door that had been empty the whole time was being occupied and a large moving truck covered the whole road in front of the house. I went down stairs and flipped through the various channels but quickly got bored. What the hell am I thinking? My mind made the image of this deep, throaty, beautiful voice coming from the face I just saw and died over. It was on the last day of the second week that things got a bit interesting. I got up, went into the house and into my room without trying to look back at the place. Nothing. ‘Arthur!’ my aunt yelled just as my uncle appeared through the doors hauling yet another huge bag. Oh god, what was I wearing? Oh god, what was I wearing? Yes! Shit, now wasn’t the time to think. I picked up the news paper and paged through it.
