Gay Chapter 7
Maria’s house was as forlorn-looking as the others in her street, but the yard was nicely maintained and weed-free. “Please come in for a soda,” said Maria The adrenaline surge due to the encounter with the girl gang had left me feeling a mild crash, and the prospect of a cold soda was very attractive. But I wasn’t given a choice: Maria opened the front door with her key and shepherded me inside. “My mum is always asking when I’m going to bring a boy home,” she explained before calling...