Fucking Handyman
I didn’t leave Detroit on a good note, one of the reasons I left just walked through the security gates of the airport. His smile was bright and inviting. Amon and I have been friends since were k**s. Our relationship changed when we became teenagers and hormones betrayed us. Our innocence groping turned into something sexual. I wanted more and Amon took our c***d’s play as just that. I told myself don’t fall prey to his charm. It something I told myself many times.Amon walked up to me and gave...