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I called a school nurse to look at him. I was worried. I had fallen on my face. Dave was lying on his back, which meant he had been dropped on the back of his head. The nurse asked, “What happened to you guys?”
 

“I…I…,” I started. “We fainted,” I concluded, lying. The nurse looked at us suspiciously, but said he’d be right back. He left us for five minutes, and then came back. He had smelling salts and put them under Dave’s nose. Dave came to.
 

“Where am I?” Dave asked, sounding groggy. He blinked, looking confused. His breathing was still labored.
 

“You’re on the dining hall floor,” the nurse answered. “Can you tell me what happened?” He looked at me suspiciously again.
 

“We fainted,” Dave said.
 

Amazing! He couldn’t have known what I had said just a moment before.
 

The nurse gave Dave an oxygen mask, and in a few minutes, he was breathing normally. The nurse took off the mask and he checked both of our “okayness”. We responded fine to his questions.
 

“What time is it?” I asked.
 

“It’s 10:15.” He said.
 

“10:15?” I exclaimed. “We need to get back to the dorm!”
 

The nurse said, “It’s dangerous walking back to the dorm at this time of night. I’ll walk you back.”
 

Dave and I agreed, and we all left the dining hall. The nurse escorted us back to the dorm, and I took out my key and opened the door.
 

“Thanks, Nurse,” Dave and I both said.
 

“You’re welcome,” he said. Dave and I went in, and Dave closed the door.
 

“I can’t believe what happened,” Dave said.
 

“I know, it’s like a bad dream,” I concurred. I looked at him in awe. “You didn’t even give up when you had the choice too.”
 

“I wasn’t going to call you a Nig. I gave you my word that I wouldn’t call you that,” he said, looking sheepish.
 

“What about the Ni…Ni…”? I asked him, wondering.
 

“I wasn’t going to call you a Nig. I was hoping they would be satisfied with just the first syllable, but they weren’t.” He smiled ruefully.
 

I remembered something. What about the “club” and the other thing? “What’s this about a “club” and sweating? And what are “fixes?” I asked him.
 

Dave suddenly looked unwilling to talk. He gave me a “closed” look. I knew he really didn’t want to talk about what they were.
 

“Darryl, don’t you want to go to sleep?” He asked me in a kind of begging tone.
 

“No, not yet,” I answered him. “What were those guys talking about?” I asked him again.
 

“Nothing. They were talking about nothing.” Dave gave me a nervous look. I knew he was hiding something.
 

“Come on, you can tell me. We’re friends,” I coaxed him.
 

“You promise not to tell anyone?” Dave looked at me imploringly, like he wanted to know he could trust me.
 

“Yes,” I promise,” I promised.
 

Dave took a deep breath. The “Club” is an exclusive fraternity. Phi Beta Alpha. It’s really great. Once you get into it, you become a BMOC.”
 

“What’s a BMOC?” I asked.
 

“Big Man On Campus,” Dave answered. “I’ve always wanted to join PBA. I’ve always wanted to become a “brother”,” Dave continued.
 

“Hey, I’m a “brother”, I said, jokingly. The
 
 
Dave tried to smile, but I could tell he was more interested in telling me about PBA than in the joke. He continued. “If I get into PBA, do you know how good that will look on my college applications?” He smiled a real smile this time. “Some colleges like fraternities. If I get into PBA, I will get more respect. The Student Body would respect me a lot. I would go to a lot of parties, instead of staying home alone on Fridays and Saturdays.” He looked at his nails. I could tell he was sad about spending Fridays and Saturdays alone. But hey!
 

“You have me. I’ll be home on Fridays and Saturdays,” I told him.
 

“True, Dave agreed, “but you just got here. Before you came, this dorm was a single,” he said.
 

“Oh,” I said, understanding.
 

“And even with you being here, staying home on these days is still considered spending it alone.
 

“Dave, you could visit other dorms on those nights,” I suggested.
 

“Yeah, that’s not much fun when most people are asleep at night,” Dave lamented.
 

“Oh,” I said again.
 

“PBA is the best fraternity on Johnson. There are others, but nothing touches this one. But, I do have something to confess.” His face had been bright when he talked about how great PBA was, but it became dark when he went to the “confess” part.
 

“What?” I replied.
 

“The WonderBoys are both head of the PBA. The wonderful guys who beat us up earlier,” he answered, looking upset.
 

“I had no idea,” I said softly. “And you still want to join the PBA?” I asked him, perplexed.
 

“Yeah. I know, it’s pathetic,” Dave answered. “That’s why they told me if I didn’t drop you as a friend; I wouldn’t get into the club. They know how much I want to be in the PBA. They know how great I think it is,” Dave continued.
 

“People like that run the PBA?” I answered, astonished.
 

“Yeah. The way they rush people is horrendous. The pledges have to steal test answers for them and do their homework for them. The pledges have to walk around campus in their underwear for a full school day, and sometimes they have to steal professors’ belongings to get into the club.
 

“So, you would have to do that too?” I asked him.
 

“Actually, I’m pre-pledge. They are only THINKING of rushing me for PBA. So, right now, I’m in a good place,” he answered, smiling.
 

“What about the “sweaty” part?” I asked him.
 

Dave looked at me nervously again.
 

“Come on, tell me. You can tell me,” I coaxed him again.

“I used to be a drug addict,” he said softly, looking reluctant. “I was on crack. I tried it once at a regular party, not a Frat party, after someone offered me a little. “I thought, ‘What the hell? It’s only a little crack. It’ll be harmless.’ I took it, and was instantly hooked. I LIKED the crack, and loved the high I got off from it. It was such a rush! I soon was snorting crack 20 times a day. I was skipping classes to snort crack. I couldn’t stop, and I LIKED not being able to stop. I was using money my folks gave me to buy crack. I had a drug dealer that would come to this school, and we would make the exchange. When my money ran out, I soon began stealing money from other students to buy crack. I was always shaking and sweating when I couldn’t have my fix. After the fix, I would start convulsing, because Darryl, crack makes you convulse. But I did stop sweating. When Dean Riley found a trace of cocaine on my book bag, he demanded I seek rehab. I said, “I don’t have a problem! I’m not a crack addict! I’ve never even taken crack in my life! That’s not my crack!”
 

‘He let me go for a few days, but soon found me snorting crack. He watched me as I finished with my “fix” and confronted me.
 

“Dean Riley,” I had said in surprise. I knew I was busted, but I wasn’t going down without a little lying. “It’s not what you think. It’s not crack, it’s baby powder,” I had lied. I soon began to convulse.
 

Dean Riley searched my book bag and my dorm and found five more bags of crack.
 

“So, all of this is Baby Powder, huh?’ He said wryly, obviously not believing me.
 

I had looked at the floor. “So, am I going to jail?’ I had asked him.
 

“No, we’re going to take you to Rehab,” Dean Riley told me.
 

“No! I need the crack!” I yelled. I lunged for the crack, but missed and ended up on the floor. “Dean Riley, I can’t live without the crack,” I said. “I need it! I need it!” I yelled again, and got up. “I want it!” I yelled. I looked like a madman. My eyes were wild and I was doing this wild, wild, dance. “Give it to me!” I yelled again. I began to burst into tears because of my addiction.
 

Dean Riley gently wiped my tears and threw away the bags of crack. I actually tried to dig into the garbage to get my “fixes”, but Dean Riley gently stopped me.
 

“You have a problem, son,” he told me gently. “You need help.” He put me in Rehab, and I was there for two weeks. The withdrawal symptoms were murder. I couldn’t get my fixes, I was sweating and shaking, and my brain had gotten so used to the crack that it wanted more. My body started to go through pain, because I was going through drug withdrawal. I was sweating my bed sheets so much that it looked like I had wet the bed. A counselor talked to me about how much better my life would be without the crack. When I had been de-toxed, I felt good and made a vow that I would not use crack anymore. A full year later, I am still crack-free. “He gave me a big smile.
 

“That was only a year ago?” I asked him, shocked.
 

“Yeah. And my family doesn’t know. The WonderBoys threatened to tell them about my addiction and Rehab if I continued to be your friend,” he answered.
 

“Wow,” I answered. “Thanks for sharing your story with me,” I told him.
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“You have anything you want to tell me?” He asked me, looking curious.

“Yes. I used to mug people, rob stores, rob houses, and steal cars with my friends back home,” I confessed. Somehow, I felt I could talk to Dave about anything.

“I won’t tell anyone what you told me,” Dave said, and I believed him.

 
“When my mom found out, she went ballistic. She told me I’d better get a scholarship to boarding school or go to boot camp. Guess which one I chose?” I smiled at him.
 

“Boarding school?” Dave said, laughing.

 
“Yep,” I answered.

 
“How’d your mom find out?” Dave asked me.
 

“She began asking me where I got all this money I had had on me. I kept telling her that I found it on the ground. How many times does the same person find money on the floor? And she saw caught me driving a stolen car and confronted me and I had confessed I stole the car, and I ended up telling her that I didn’t find the money on the ground, but that I stole it,” I confessed to Dave.

 
“Wow.” Dave said.

 
“I know,” I replied to Dave.

 
Dave said, “Look at this: In this dorm, an ex-crack addict, and an ex-robber. “He smiled. For some reason, Dave’s funny imposition was contagious, and I found myself in a very humorous mood. I grinned broadly. I was in a good mood.

 
“You know, it is getting late,” I said.

 
“I’m feeling a little tired myself,” Dave concurred.

 
We changed into our nightclothes and I turned off our light. Dave and I told each other goodnight and we both climbed into our beds.

 
As I lay in bed, I reminisced about something. You know, today was not my first taste of racism. I had my first taste of racism when I was six years old. And surprisingly, it was not the White people who were racist towards me. It was other Black people. Many people believe that Black people are safe from racism from other Black people, that Black people aren’t racist towards other Black people, but that was not the case in my situation.
 

I was in Van E. Blanton Elementary School, trying to play with other Black kids who had Milk Chocolate skin colors and Dark Chocolate skin colors. The MC looked like the outside of Twix Bars, and the DC looked like Hershey’s Special Dark. I asked if I could play with them, and they told me no.

 
“Why not?” I asked.

 
“Because, you are too light too play with us. You are not very brown,” one girl told me.

 
A boy told me, “If you were browner like us, you could play with us.”

 
So because I was a “caramel”, they didn’t want to play with me. If I were a Brownie (Twix Bar) or a Blackie (Special Dark), I would have been able to play with them. I decided I didn’t like the Brownies and the Blackies. They treated me badly because I was too light to play with them.

 
But for some reason, the Whities let me play with them (You should know what a “Whitie” was). They didn’t show me racism, and I liked them a lot. The Reddies (Red-Skinners, like my mom’s color), Mixies (People who were both Black and White), the Spanies (Hispanics), Asianies (You should know what an Asianie was too), and the other Goldies (people with my skin color) also always let me play with them. I once went home to my mother and said, “I don’t like Brownies and Blackies!” They are so mean! They never let me play with them!”


She looked confused, so I had quickly explained to her what the Brownies and Blackies were. I told her about the other “Ies” too. I told her that I loved the other “Ies”.
 

“No one can make you feel inferior without your permission,” Mom had told me firmly.

 
“What does “inferior” mean? I had asked her. Hey! I was only six at the time!

 
“Inferior means bad,” Mom had explained to me. “Those kids only make you feel bad because you give them permission to make you feel bad.”

 
“I allowed them to make me feel bad?” I had asked, a little perplexed.

 
“Yes. Ignore them and you will feel better.” Mom had told me.

 
I had went to school, and I tried to ignore them, and they ignored me too. There was soon visible animosity between me and the Brownies/Blackies (and the other “Ies” because they also ignored the B&B and vice versa.

 
Finally, our first grade teacher, Mrs. Gray said, “Stop this animosity! (We didn’t know what animosity was, so she told us). She said, “Look at Martin Luther King.” She showed us a picture of Martin Luther King. He was a “Brownie” and he made life better for all shades of color! He didn’t care what “color” he made life better for! He just did!” We also bleed the same color of blood. Red.

 
Everybody heeded her words, and we made up with the B&Bs. We all played together.

 
Back to the present. I fell asleep in a few minutes.
 

When I awoke on Friday, I got ready for school and did more schoolwork at school. After school, Dave and I went to the dorms, but after an hour, I left the dorm to go walk around.
 

As I was walking around, I saw an open dorm door. I peeked inside, and saw two students sitting on the floor. One was blond, and the other was brown-haired. The Brown-haired guy took out a bag that had white stuff in it, took some of the white stuff out of it and put it in his hand and snorted the powder. He soon convulsed. The white powder was crack, I knew. The other guy put a rubber band around his arm and put a syringe in his left hand and put it into his other arm. I saw a liquid that was in the syringe disappear as he “pumped” the syringe. He soon convulsed too.

 
I THINK it was heroin that that guy put in his veins. It could have been insulin shot for a diabetic, but something told me that it was heroin. There are drugs on this campus! I thought in my head, not believing my eyes. This school was supposed to be a drug-free place! Thos was Johnson Prep School! Not a run-down inner city public high school! In North Miami High I had never seen any drugs (not that NMSH was an inner-city school), and here it was this prestigious prep school had people convulsing over drugs. In fact, I had never seen drugs in real life. I had only seen them on T.V.

 
I quickly left that dorm in case they saw me. I went back to our dorm.

 
I was breathing hard when I came back.

 
“What happened?” Dave asked me again.

 
“There are people snorting crack and shooting heroin on this campus! There are drugs on this campus!” I screamed wildly.

“Of course there are drugs on this campus,” Dave told me softly. “Remember me?”
 

I had forgotten that Dave had been a crack addict once.
 

“Oh yeah.” I said.
 


“You can’t escape drugs, Darryl,” he told me softly. Drugs are everywhere you go.”

 
“Where I was raised, I never saw drugs.” I said.
 

“Where were you raised?” Dave asked me.

 
“North Miami,” I answered him. There were no drugs here,” I persisted.
 

“You sure?” He asked me quietly. “You sure you just didn’t see any drugs? Because I’m sure even the most idyllic sub-cities have drugs. Are you sure there were never any drugs?” He looked at me thoroughly.

 
“Yeah, I think I might have seen a drug deal going on one day,” I said remembering. My family was at church one Sunday morning, and the church door was ajar, and my cousin Tasha and I looked outside, and saw two men standing in front of a building connected to our church. We saw one man give money to the other man and the other man gave him a paper bag. Tasha said, “Look! Those guys are buying and selling drugs!” But she didn’t know for sure. All we saw was an exchange of money and a paper bag. It could have been a drug deal, though, Dave,” I finished.

 
“I’m sure it WAS a drug deal that you and your cousin witnessed, Dave told me softly.
 

“Yeah, it could have been,” I repeated.
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I suddenly didn’t feel like talking about the subject anymore. “So Dave, have you started on your homework yet?” I asked him.

“Yeah, I started,” Dave replied. “Did you finish your report?” He asked me.

“All I have to do is type this onto our computer and I will be done,” I replied.

“Good for you.” Dave said to me.

I went over to the computer and typed up my report, saved every few minutes, and then print. I was done with my report. Soon, it was dinner time. We still didn’t want to go into the dining hall. For lunch, we had bought 4 big bags of Chips (2 Lays Original) and 2 Cheetos Original. One was our lunch, and one was our dinner. We took out our Lays and ate “dinner”. Then we ate some cookies we had not eaten the night before for “dessert”. After that, I called my mother and told her I loved her. I didn’t tell her about my Sneery Attack though. I hadn’t wanted to worry her. She told me she loved me too and was proud of me. We chatted for a few more minutes, I said goodbye, and then hung up.

After finishing our homework, bathing, and changing into our nightclothes, we both went to bed. I fell asleep, but woke up again a long while later. I heard two voices. Dave and Skippy’s.
 

Skippy said, “I’m so glad we can be together again.”
 

Dave said, “Me too. I’m glad you’re here, Max.” I heard the unmistakable sound of kissing.
 

Between kisses, I heard Skippy say, “It’s so hard to keep this a secret. I love you so much, and I have to pretend to just be your dorm parent. I am tired of it.” They kissed again.
 

Dave said, “I know,” after that kiss. You are one of the greatest things to happen to me.”
 

Skippy said, “Are you sure your roommate is asleep? If he is awake……………” His voice trailed of.
 

Dave said, “Darryl? He sleeps straight through the night. I don’t think he’ll hear us.”

“You sure?” Max asked uncertainly. “I can’t take the risk of him knowing about us…………..”

I heard Skippy’s footsteps come closer to my bed. I had been under covers, and I quickly shut my eyes. Just in time. Skippy pulled back my covers. I suppressed a little smile.
 

“Hello? Hello? Skippy said to me. “Are you awake?” He asked.
 

I had to hold back my laughter, but I remained still. I heard Dave’s footsteps come up closer to my bed too. I knew he was looking at me too.
 

“You see?” I told you, he’s sleeping.” Dave sounded like he was right by me. “He sleeps tight, all the time,” Dave said. Just to make sure, Dave said, “Darryl? Are you awake? Can you hear me?” I remained still. Dave said, “He’s asleep.”

Skippy breathed a satisfied sigh, and went back to Dave’s bed. I heard him lie next to Dave.
 

I heard Dave say, “I love when you hold me like that. It makes me feel so good.”
 

“I feel good too,” Skippy said. They kissed a long kiss this time, at least two minutes. When they were done, Dave said, “Max, how come you don’t visit me in the dorm often?”
 

“I don’t visit you often because you have a dorm mate. It would look pretty weird for me to show up out of the blue every day. What would Darryl say?” Max replied.
 

“You’re e a dorm parent,” Dave [pointed out. “Darryl could just think you were just checking up on your charges.
 

“Yeah, but it would be pretty strange if he found out I was only visiting this dorm in particular,” Max answered. “He would know something was up.”

“Yeah, but,……….” Dave started.
 

“Shh……” Max said, and they kissed again for a while. After kissing, Max said, “We can’t let anyone know about us. If they found out, I could lose my job as a dorm parent because dating you is against school policy, you would be scandalized, and I don’t want you to be scandalized. You know Johnson frowns upon gay affairs. I could also be thrown into prison because I am eighteen, a legal adult, and you are 16, a minor. That’s called Statutory Rape in Florida, and we both know it. “
 

“I know, but I love you, Max,” Dave said sadly and heart-felt.
 

“I love you too, sweetie, “he said, but it’s really hard to keep our love under wraps.”
 

“I know,” Dave said again. “Are you trying to say we are breaking up?” He sounded heart-broken.
 

“Never!” Skippy said vehemently. “We just have to be careful. You know, I love this job of being the school tour guide and dorm parent. I love the kids at this school. I don’t wanna lose that.”
 

Dave said, “Don’t worry. I will never spill the beans about us!” He sounded vehement too.
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They kissed for a little while longer. Dave said, “Our love affair is really hard to hide.” He sighed.
 

Max said, “I know. Let’s just keep it up a while longer. I’ve gotta go now, honey. I’ve gotta go back to my dorm.”
 

They kissed a long goodnight kiss. I heard Skippy’s footsteps coming towards the door.
 

“Wait, when will I see you again?” Dave asked, sounding desperate.
 

“Tomorrow,” Skippy promised. “I’ll see you tomorrow.
 

“What about Darryl? How will you see me without Darryl seeing us? I don’t want to have to meet like this again, in the middle of the night.
 

Skippy thought for a while. Darryl‘s a slight problem, but I will come see you tomorrow, while you are supposed to be in your first class. I’ll write your teacher an excuse note and say that your room was so messy that I made you stay and clean it. Your teacher will believe me because I’ve actually had to make students stay and clean their rooms before they left for school. Johnson prides itself on a clean, tidy environment. I’ve had to write a few excuse notes before. This won’t look any different from the other notes, except this time, you won’t be cleaning your room; you and I will actually be spending some much needed quality time together.
 

“Won’t Darryl be suspicious? We always walk to school together,” Dave said.
 

“Just walk to school with Darryl like you always do, but sneak back to the dorm while he heads back to his class. You guys have different classes, remember?” Skippy answered.
 

Dave eagerly agreed.
 

They both said, “Goodbye.”
 
 

Skippy left and Dave lied on his bed.
 

“Max is so sweet,” Dave said to himself. He giggled happily to himself. I could tell Dave really liked Skippy. You see? I knew they were gay! Remember when Dave got all happy-looking when I mentioned Max’s name and I asked him if they were a couple and he said “no?” I knew it! “Max is just a sweet guy” my ass!
 

Dave said, “It's 4 AM. I’ve gotta get some sleep." In a few minutes, I heard snoring.
 

I fell asleep too a while later.
 

Dave woke me up at 7:30. Darryl wake up!” He screamed at me. “Get ready for school!”
 

I smiled a secret smile at him. “I don’t think I’m going to school today,” I started to lie. “I have a fever,” I continued lying. I wanted to see his reaction.
 

Dave looked distraught. “Please not now,” he said, sounding upset.
 

“What do you mean?” I asked him, trying to sound guileless.
 

“Why did you have to get a fever today?” He sighed.
 

“I didn’t ask for this fever,” I said, sounding petulant.
 

Dave sighed and put his hand on my face. “Your skin doesn’t feel as if it has a fever,” he said, thoughtfully. “I’ll give you a thermometer just to check it out. He gave me a thermometer. After a few seconds, the reading was done. “98.6,” Dave said softly. “Normal.” Darn it!
 

I blushed. “Okay, I don’t really have a fever,” I confessed. “I lied.”
 

“Why did you lie?” Dave asked me, looking at me intently.
 

“I just didn’t want to go to school today,” I told him. “Maybe I’ll lie in bed all day. I wanted to see what he would say.
 

Dave’s eyes held panic in them. “Go to school Darryl!” he said, urgently.
 

“Why do you want me to go to school so badly?” I asked him.
 

“I just want you to get your education.” Dave said. (Liar)
 

“I want to stay home!” I told him petulantly again.
 

Dave looked really upset. “Please go to school Darryl?” He looked pleadingly into my eyes.
 


A little voice told me, “Just go to school and let Dave and Max have their quality time together. They’re both nice people who love each and just want to spend some time together.”
 

I sighed. “Okay, I’ll get ready for school.”
 

Dave smiled. “Are you ready for school yet?” I asked him.
 

Dave answered, “Yes. I’ve already showered and everything.”
 

I quickly got ready for school, and Dave and I walked to school.
 

When we got to my class, I told Dave “bye” and he told me “bye” too, and looked really nervous. I knew he was going back to the dorm to meet Max.
 

Dave didn’t know this, but I saw him head back in the direction of our dorm.
 

I went to all of my classes, and did assignments, and then it was lunch time.
 

At lunch, Dave and I sat across from each other. Skippy came by, and I saw Dave and Skippy smile secretly at each other, then quickly look away and blush. I knew they had spent their quality time together.
 

Skippy sat down next to Dave and said, “Hi,” to both of us.


“Hi, we both said.
 

“Dave, what time did you come to class today?” I asked. I knew he had come in late.
 

“What kind of question is that?” Dave replied. “I came to school with you, remember?”
 

I had worded that in a suspicious way.
 

“Oh yeah,” I told him softly. ‘I forgot.
 

Dave said, “Well, actually, I came in late.” He said this in a confessional tone. “I forgot to do finish my homework, and I went back to the dorm to finish it.” Liar! I thought.
 

“How long did it take?” I asked him.
 

“I came to first period about 9:20,” Dave said.
 

Max said, “It’s true. I remember seeing him going back to the dorm and I asked him what he was doing. He told me about the homework, and I wrote him an excuse letter. He’s such a loyal student. He put his arm around Dave’s shoulder and smiled at him. Dave looked content.
 

“Are you sure you’re supposed to give Dave an excuse letter for that? Couldn’t you be fired for giving Dave special notes?”
 

“Why would I be fired for helping my charge out?” Max looked confused. He removed his arm.
 

“Yes, your charge,” I said, emphatically. “Couldn’t you be fired for giving one charge special attention?”
 

Max suddenly looked troubled. ‘I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”
 


Even Dave looked troubled. We finished up lunch, and I went back to my classes, and did more work.
 

After school, I went to the dorm, and Dave and I did some homework. After a while, Dave went to the bathroom. I noticed something sticking out from under Dave’s bed. I quietly but quickly went to it and took it out. It was a picture of Skippy smiiing.  Under that, there was a love card, from Skippy to Dave. It read on the outside, ‘Thinking of you,” and on the inside, it read, ‘All the time, you really blow my mind!” On the other side was Skippy’s handwritten letter to Dave.
 

“Dave, we’ve been together for a long time and I hope we’re together for even longer. You are my shining star and I love you. I wouldn’t give you up for anything in the world. Love, Max.”
 

I quickly put the picture back and the card back where they were and rushed back to my homework. Dave came out a few seconds later. He continued his homework.
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They for a little while longer. Dave said, “My love soldier is really hard right now.” He moaned.
 

Skippy said, “I know. But just keep it up a while longer. I’ve gotta surprise for you, honey.

They all night.  
 

“Wait, when will I you again?” Dave asked, sounding desperate.
 

“Tomorrow,” Skippy promised. “I’ll see you tomorrow.
 


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I did some homework too. When I was done, I told Dave I was going to Student Life (Outside). He said, “Okay,” and I left. I walked out the door, and I saw Skippy coming towards our dorm. I knew he was coming over to see Dave.

 
“Hey, Max,” I said, smiling. “Hey Darryl,” he said, smiling back happily. “Where are you going?”

 
“I’m going to Student Life Outside,” I told him.

 
“Oh, you’re going to be gone for a LONG time, then, huh?” Skippy asked me with a hopeful look.

 
“I’ll be gone for about an hour,” I told him.

 
Skippy beamed. He could go see his boyfriend again, I knew.
 

“Wait, there is something I forgot,” I told him.

 
“What is it?” Skippy asked.

 
“I have something in the closet. I think it’s better if it came out of the closet. I think it really needs to come out of the closet,” I told him pointedly.

 
Skippy looked at me perplexed. “Then go get it,” he said, puzzled.

 
“I will,” I told him. I went back into the dorm and got out a book from my closet called, ‘The Chocolate Touch.” It’s about a boy who likes chocolate way too much. He makes a wish that everything he touches turns to chocolate. And it comes true. He turns his toothpaste into chocolate, his pencil into chocolate, and even his own mother into chocolate! It’s a good book though.
 

I got out with the book and showed it to Max. Max smiled at me and, “That is a wonderful book.”

 
I smiled back at him and left. I went behind the Alexander Hall hallway corner, and peeked my head out. I saw Max go into our dorm.

 
I walked to Student Life (Outside). I sat at a bench, and read some of The Chocolate Touch. After a while, I begun to reminisce about North Miami. My three friends, Sean, Julian, and Mario would avoid doing our crimes in North Miami and Biscayne Gardens (BG is actually a part of North Miami), because they were our hometowns. We did rob North Miami Beach, NM’s “brother” hometown. A lot.
 

On our crime sprees, we would go up to people, wave our guns in front of them, and they would fork over the cash. We wear disguises too. Hooded jackets and ski masks.

 
The other “brother” neighborhood is Miami Shores. That sub-city is wealthy! If we robbed MS, we would be rich! But, it is really protected. There are police crawling everywhere in that sub-city. It’s a huge risk for us.
 

One day, Sean suggested that we rob in Miami Shores. I said, “Sean, what is wrong with you? Why would we rob such a high-risk place?”

 
Sean said, “But, we’d be rich!” His eyes were happily shining.

 
Mario said, “Yeah. We could have bling-bling all the time!” (“Bling-bling” is slang for flashy jewelry).

 
Julian reluctantly agreed. “Mario and Sean, you have good points.” He looked at me next. “What do you think?”

 
I thought thoughtfully for a while. I pursed my lips together for a while thoughtfully, and then reluctantly said, “Those are good points. Let’s go to Miami Shores!”

 
We all agreed and in just a little while, we were in Miami Shores.
 

“Let’s not do our muggings on the main streets,” I suggested. “There are way too many police patrolling the main streets. (Miami Shores has dozens of police cars going up and down it). “Let’s go to the neighborhoods.”
 

They all agreed and we went off the main streets.

 
We were walking around, looking for a victim, when we spotted him. He was a man around his 30’s, wearing a white shirt and black slacks, and had brown hair and brown eyes. He looked like he worked in a high-tech office. He had a PDA in one hand and a cell phone in the other hand. The closest celebrity I could say he looked like was Michael Dell, creator of Dell Computers.

 
We walked up to him and said, “Give us all your money!” We showed him our guns.

 
He calmly said, “I am not giving you guys my money.”

 
We shot at the ground to show him that our guns were real and not fake guns. Still, he was calm.

 
“I am not giving you guys any money,” he repeated, and then said, ‘Call me back in a few minutes,” to the person on the phone, put the phone and the PDA down on the ground, and took out a bottle of pepper spray. He sprayed the mist in all of our eyes.

 
It hurt like hell! I fell to the ground. “Oh my sh…..! God help me!” I screamed in pain. The mist was stinging my eyes. The other three reacted the same way.

 
Then the man began to beat us up! He kicked all four of us over and over!” He beat the sh….. out of us! We all got up and ran away from him, half-blinded. We went to another street, took off our ski masks, then we went to a main street and went to a restaurant to use its bathroom, and we all rinsed out our eyes.

 
I turned and glared at Sean. “This is all your fault. You and your stupid Miami Shores plan. If you hadn’t suggested we come here to do crime, none of this would have happened.”

 
Mario said quietly, “You know, this is your fault too, Darryl.”

 
“How is it my fault?” I asked Mario.

 
“You’re the one who suggested we go off the main streets to mug people.”

“I said that because if we mugged on the main streets, we would have been caught. Too many police,” I answered him.

 
“It’s all of our faults. Can we just agree to disagree?” Julian asked.

 
We all agreed to disagree. (This is one of the little squabbles I was talking about.)

 
After that day, Sean still wanted to go to Miami Shores to score quick cash.

 
I looked at him, incredulous. “Sean, you are crazy. Didn’t you see what happened last time?”

 
“Yeah, but this time, we’ll rob houses, not people.”

 
Julian, Mario, and I foolishly agreed. We went to Miami Shores again, and went up to a blue Victorian house. There were no lights on and no cars outside.
 

I took out my credit card and stuck it in, trying to jimmy the lock open. All of a sudden, I heard an alarm siren and a computerized voice say, ‘Intruder! Intruder! Unknown intruder!” And something from the outside of the house came down and zapped me with 50 volts of electricity! I screamed, and shook at the same time! I was being discombobulated! That thing hurt like hell! White hot searing pain went through my entire body. I managed to get the card out, and the shock stopped.

 
I could barely walk when I left that house. Julian, Sean, and Mario asked me if I was okay.

 
“I… I’m, o… o…o….kay,” I said, stuttering and my teeth chattering. I was also shivering. They helped be back into Mario’s car and Julian let me lie down on him in the backseat. Mario drove the car, and Sean sat in the passenger seat. I was still shaking while Mario drove me home. When we reached my house, they helped walk me to the front door. They walked me to my bed, and helped me lie down. As I lay down, Sean said he was really sorry. I could see the regret in his eyes as he told me that. I was too much in shock to be mad at him, even though I knew I should be.

 
Mario and Julian said that they hoped I felt better soon. Sean said that he knew I would feel better soon. Mario fed me some soup, Julian cleaned up my room for me and Sean had red me some of my favorite book, Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck and fluffed my pillows and massaged my feet.

 
“I’m really sorry,” Darryl,” he said again.

 
“It’s o…o….kay,” I answered. I was still too “shocked” to be mad. After a while, the shock went away.

 
“Sean, I’m not mad at you. You didn’t know that house had such a powerful security system.” I smiled wryly.

 
“Sean said, “I still feel bad.”

 
Mario said, “I think we can all agree on something.”

 
“What’s that?” I asked.

 
“We never want to do our crime sprees in Miami Shores again!” Mario exclaimed.

 
Julian said, “I think we should take Miami Shores off our list forever.”

 
I said, “Let’s make a pact to never ever do our crime sprees in high-risk places again!”
 

Sean said, ‘and I’ll never ask us to do our crime sprees in high-risk places again!”

 
We all agreed to the pact, and Miami Shores was permanently crossed off.

 
When I was done reminiscing, I looked at the time on my cell phone. It was now 7:20. I had been sitting here for over an hour! I went back to the dorm.
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Anyway, the picture (and this story) reminds me of the lines from an old song by Missing Persons:
 
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tl dr = too long didn't read.
 
The semi colon is optional.
 
 
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part 16
 
They for a little while longer. Dave said, “My love soldier is really hard right now.” He moaned.
 

Skippy said, “I know. But just keep it up a while longer. I’ve gotta surprise for you, honey.

They all night.  
 

“Wait, when will I you again?” Dave asked, sounding desperate.
 

“Tomorrow,” Skippy promised. “I’ll   & you tomorrow.
 


 
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Part 18
 
Dave had a big smile on his face when I entered.
 

“What are you so happy about?” I asked him, already knowing.
 

“Nothing, “Dave said.
 

I walked over to him. “Dave, do you have a girlfriend?” I asked him.
 

“No.” He looked really nervous.

 
“Why not?” I asked him.

 
“None of the girls I know are my type. He said.

 
“So, you’re single?” I asked him. “At our sister school, there is going to be a party. Lots of girls are going to be there.”
 

Dave looked even more nervous. He began to stammer…. “I….I… I... don’t think the girls there are my type either. “He looked at the floor.
 

I knew what his type was. Max.

 
“I don’t have a girlfriend either,” I said.

 
Dave looked at me in surprise. “Are you gay?” He asked.

 
“No, I just don’t have a girlfriend right now. Speaking of gay, how do you feel about gays?’ I asked him.

 
Dave coughed in surprise. I knew I had caught him off-guard.

 
“I think there’s nothing wrong with being gay,” he said, looking caught off-guard. “How do you feel about gays?” He asked me back.

 
“I accept gays. I don’t judge people for being gay. I looked at him intently, trying to get him to open up to me. “I accept people the way they are. If I were living with a gay, I wouldn’t want to move out just because they were gay.
 

“You know, there are some gays on this campus. Some students date each other,” Dave confessed.

 
And some students date dorm parents, I said mentally.

 
“Dave, I said out loud, I feel I can tell you anything. I can talk to you, and know that you won’t judge me.” Dave smiled self-conscious.
 

“Just know one thing. I don’t judge you either, Dave. You can confess anything to me, and I won’t judge you,” I told him pointedly.

 
Dave took a deep breath. “I have a boyfriend,” he confessed.

 
“You do?” I asked, pretending to be shocked. “You’re gay?”

 
“Yes, Dave confirmed.

 
“Who is it?” I asked, already knowing. “Who’s the man in your life?”

 
Dave looked “closed” again. “I can’t tell you. If people found out I was dating him, he’d lose his job.”

 
“Why? Is he on this campus?” I asked.
 

“He doesn’t go to this school.” Dave answered.

 
“Then why can’t you let anyone know about you and he?” I asked.

 
“He’s a legal adult.” Dave answered.

 
“What does that have to do with him losing his job?’ I asked him.

 
Dave gave me a chagrined look.
 

“Is he a professor?” I asked him.

 
“No,” Dave answered.

 
“Does he work anywhere on this campus?” I asked him.
 

“I promised him I wouldn’t let anyone know I was dating him because he’s really worried that I would be scandalized.

 
“I thought you said that there were gays on this campus. Why would you be scandalized?’ I asked.

 
“Being gay is frowned upon in this school. The students date each other in secret.” Dave answered.
 

“Why does Max show up so often at this dorm?” I asked him suddenly.

 
“How did you know that?” Dave asked me, looking sharply at me.
 

“He showed up at our dorm when you were late for class and II saw him go into our dorm when I left the dorm.

 
“Uh…um….um…,’ Dave stammered uncomfortably.

 
Just then, there was a knock on the door. I opened it. It was Skippy.

 
Skippy gave me a nervous expression and smile.
 

“Darryl? Is an hour up already?” He looked uncomfortable and surprised.

 
“Yes, actually, it’s been over an hour,” I said, looking at him intently.
 

“Darryl, don’t you want to go eat dinner in the hall?” Skippy asked.

 
“No, I’m not hungry,” I told him.

 
Skippy laughed uncomfortably again. I knew he was feeling nervous.
 

“Don’t you want to go visit other dorms?” Skippy asked.

 
“No,” I said again. “I don’t have that many friends here.”
 

Skippy said to Dave, “I need to show you something in the bathroom.” Dave said, “I’m coming.” He got up and they went into the bathroom. I heard the sound of a doorknob clicking. In a few minutes, I walked up to the closed bathroom door and opened it. I guess one of them thought he had locked it.

 
I saw Skippy and Dave French kissing. Dave was sitting on the counter, and Max was in front of him, with his hands on either side of Dave. Dave’s hand was behind Max’s head.
 

They were so into their kiss, it took them a long while to notice I was in the room. When they did notice me, they immediately broke their kiss.

 
“Darryl!” Skippy said in shock. “It’s not what it looks like. We were just playing.” He backed away from Dave.
 

Dave giggled nervously and said, ‘we were just playing. We don’t like each other like that.” I could see sweat on his face, and he was smiling a fake, uncomfortable smile. He could barely look me in the eyes.

 
“Save it guys.” I said. “Max, you were in our dorm early this morning,” I told him softly.
 

“Yeah, when Dave came late because he had to do his homework,” Max said.

 
“No, I meant even earlier this morning. Like after 3 AM. I was awake, Max.”

 
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A.) Asks his buddy if he'd like a 'Ball Park Frank' because they "plump when you cook them", yet 'Dave' doesn't quite happen to have any hot dogs, nor a working stove - but his buddy Frank, who works at the ballpark, just happens to be in the bedroom and eagerly waiting to meet someone new.
 
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Dear Donathan,

  Your book does not meet our current publishing needs.

  Your plot was lame and I hated your characters and by association I have come to hate you too.

  For safety reasons, I hired an illiterate person to rip up your manuscript.  I would use the return envelope you provided but I'm afraid you might have licked the stamps.
 
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Dave had a big dick on his face when I entered.

 
“What are you so happy about?” I asked him, already knowing.

 
"Mmmmmph mmf mmmph mmf mmmph", Dave answered.
 
 
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"Gay."
"Gay, Gay."
Gay, Gay, Gay.
"Dick, butt."
"Butt, dick."
"Suck, blow, swallow, repeat."
"Ohhhhhh....
"MMM! MMM! MMM-MMM-MMM!"
"Gasp, Gasp."
"Pant, Pant."
DING-DONG!
"I GOT YOUR PIZZA!"
"BAM-chucka-BAMMM... BOW-CHICK-A, BOW-CHICK-A-CHICK-A-BOW-BOOOOOOWWWWWW!"
 
 
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Originally posted by Donathan Donathan wrote:

Part 18
 
Dave had a big dick on his face when I entered.

 
“What are you so happy about?” I asked him, already knowing.

 
"Mmmmmph mmf mmmph mmf mmmph", Dave answered.
 
 
Somebody needs to tell Dave it's not polite to talk with his mouth full.
 
 

Skippy said to Dave, “I need to show you something in the bathroom"

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Part 19

I continued. “I heard everything you two said to each other. About how you two were tired of pretending to just be dormparent and dorm resident. Dave saying that you were the greatest thing to happen to him. You two professing your love for each other to each other. You talking about how you couldn’t let anyone know about the two of you. I concluded, I heard everything, Max and Dave. I’ll stop now with that

 

After a minute, I said, ‘Dave, you told me that you had a boyfriend who would get into trouble and lose his job if your relationship was found out. Now you know that I know about you and Max.

Dave blushed.

Max looked at me pleadingly. “Please don’t tell anyone.”

“I won’t I assured him.

Skippy and Dave looked relieved.

Skippy said, “You were talking about me, weren’t you?”

“When?” I asked him.

“When you said, “The closet.” I am so slow to figure out what you meant just now.” He smiled.

“What?” Dave asked, confused.

“Basically, I told Max that I had something in the closet and that it needed to come out.”

“Oh,” Dave said.

All three of us left the bathroom. Dave and Max sat on Dave’s bed, holding hands.

“So, how’d you guys start dating?” I asked.

Max answered, “Dave and I met when we were both students here over two years ago. We fell in love, and have been dating steadily since then. They smiled at each other warmly. They really did make a good couple, I thought to myself.

“What about the dormparent thing?” I asked.

Dave answered. Max told me one of his biggest dreams was to become a dormparent. He always looked at the dormparents with stars in his eyes. When he told me he wanted to become a dormparent, I was crushed. I thought we would have to break up, because our relationship is already against the rules, and this would make it even worse. I wanted him to be happy, but I wanted to still be his boyfriend. But, I know the risks. Max and I decided that we would just keep our relationship even more secretive. And it’s worked.”

“Why did you lie to me when I asked you if you and Max were a couple?” I asked.

Dave gave me a sheepish blush. “I didn’t want you to know I was gay because I didn’t know how you would accept me. There are a lot of people on this campus who shun gays. They treat us like we are diseased-ridden aliens. I looked at you in surprise when you told me you didn’t have a girlfriend because I thought you might be gay. If you were, I would have come out and told you that I was gay, too. He gave me an intense look. “If I had told you that Max and I were a couple when you asked me that first day, would you have asked to move out?” He looked really serious.

“No, I wouldn’t have. I am okay with gays,” I told him.

“So, you don’t think of our lifestyle as “weird?’” Dave asked. He looked even more intent.

I looked at the ground. I thought it was “different”.

Dave said, “You don’t have to answer.” He seemed to already know.

Max said, “Darryl, if it were found out that Dave and I were dating, I could lose my job. Dave could be shunned. I could end up in jail for statutory rape.” He looked very serious.” I guess you already know that since you were awake last night. You heard it all.”

“Yeah, I did.

Max said, “Dave and I love each other very much. It would break our hearts if someone were to spill the beans about us and get us broken up. “I knew by “somebody”, he meant me.

“Look, why do you keep saying that you don’t want me to tell about you guys?” I asked, annoyed.

“Max said, ‘I’m sorry. It’s just that you’re the only person who knows about us.” He looked sheepish. “We’ve hid it for over two years, and in less than a week, you figured our secret out.”

Dave said, “Darryl doesn’t seem to like the kind of person who would let secrets out.” Dave gave me a little wink. “I think the “wink” was referring to Dave’s crack and the PBA.

I asked an uncomfortable question. “Do you give Dave special “attention” 9you know, let him get away with “bad” stuff), because he of your relationship/”

Max answered me with a light smile. Dave behaves because he knows I love my job, and can’t grant him special “attention” because I could get into a lot of trouble. Plus, I don’t want to have to write him up or kick him out of the dorm because that would put a damper in our relationship.”

“So, when you told me that you had written an excuse note for Dave because he had forgotten to finish his homework, didn’t you use special attention for Dave?” I asked/pointed out.

Max said, “Yes, but that thing was a lie. We just really needed to be alone. We hadn’t had too much quality time in a while, and just decided to hang out without worrying about you being awake. No offense,” he finished.

“Oh.” I said. Dave said, “You were pulling something yourself, Darryl.”

“Who me?” I asked.

“Yes you.” He said. “Oh, Dave, I feel sick, I have a fever,” he said, doing a mock version of me. “Feel my temperature….. That is completely normal!” He said, while giving me a teasing smile. “I should have known something was up. I should have known that you were on to us.”

“Yeah, I wanted to see what you would do if I told you I wanted to stay home because I was sick,” I told him.

“I must admit, I wasn’t too happy when you told me you were sick,” Dave admitted. “I didn’t know how I was going to explain Max coming over if you and I were supposed to be in school. Well, I guess when you saw Max here, Max and I would have been out of the closet this morning. Oh, and yeah, I worried about you being sick too,” Dave said with a wink.

Max chimed in. ‘If Darryl were really sick, Dave and I would have just had to reschedule our “date”. Dave is very motherly and will skip a day of school to nurse someone back to health. I probably would have just said that I was at the dorm to check on you guys because you guys didn’t leave the dorm. That would have been a plausible excuse.”

“You have a good point, Max”, I said.

Dave said he was getting tired and he and Max gave each other hugs and kissed good-bye on the lips. And then he left.

Dave and I both went to sleep.
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ConfusedShocked...what's this? Your wife must be at work and you don't have a job.
Hopefully you don't 'homo skewl' your daughter - I take it she is in pubLic school while you 'create'.
All the same, the 'inquiring mindless' don't really need to know, but ARE kinda curious...
Do you dress up in your wife's underwear before you write this "stuffer material", and, well - do you prefer the silky stuff, or the cotton? Pictures not necessary. 
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"Dave said he was getting tired and he and Max gave each other hugs and kissed good-bye on the lips. 
Dave and I both went to sleep."
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This dude kissing chit is getting old & disgusting. Dave or Skippy should instruct this young lady how to properly use that flotation device.
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