#15538 - He was still muttering quietly but evidently still asleep, so I took my pen-torch from under my pillow, slipped down under the bedclothes and switched it on, taking care to make sure the covers were pulled tightly over me. Every time I saw another young guy in the street or at work, I would find myself looking at his bulge or his bottom and imagining what they got up to in the shower or in the privacy of their bedroom. “Hey, Carrots!” he said, recalling his teasing name for me, which he knew I hated.
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