I took my cell phone, wallet and iPod into my tiny 4-door Volkswagen Jetta and plugged it into the cigarette lighter and switched on the Playlist ‘Driving Music’. He wet his hair and I did mine. Indian xxx “Yeah me too…” he said. This night had already changed me so much, more than I could ever imagine…
When we were finished drying off, we cleaned up his parents’ bathroom a little, leaving no trace of our gay rendezvous in their bathtub. Finally I found a house. Too bad he was a guy, I was always told to marry a rich girl. I opened it quickly throwing tab somewhere in his giant kitchen and sprayed the same places he did with me. I had to say that this was a little too romantic, but I kept it to myself.
