The Life and Loves of a Runaway Boy

I walked into the shop.

It was quite large, set in some renovated barns on the edge of a big caravan and camping site. It had bare wooden board floors, racks of nice trendy clothes, an area for camping equipment and outdoor games, and separate food hall. I felt self-conscious, dressed in my baggy grey joggers and top, but Nick had told me not to worry about what I looked like.

The shop was busy so I hung back for a few minutes. I was early anyway. There was a young girl serving. She seemed efficient. Polite, too. She was pretty and she had a nice smile when she dealt with the customers. I wondered how old she was. She had almost dealt with the long line of customers when a boy, maybe young man, approached me. He was wearing the same apron as the girl, so I knew he was staff.

He was taller than me, maybe six feet tall, with broad shoulders. He had an athletic build, with a handsome face and a mop of short but shaggy dark hair. My heart skipped a beat. I’d never really had boyfriends or girlfriends before and I can’t remember finding anyone particularly attractive. I guess I spent most most of my time keeping myself to myself, staying away from trouble and not getting too attached to people. But this guy..... he was attractive. I was shocked at myself for finding a boy.... well, fanciable.

He smiled at me. It was a beautiful smile that made me blush and I didn’t understand why.

“Hey, are you the kid waiting to see Nat?” He asked. His voice was nice too. He was quite well spoken, with a deep but smooth tone. “You know, for the interview?” He smiled again and I thought he looked me up and down, checking me out.

“Er...... yes. That’s me.” I said. This guy was wearing really nice clothes. Skinny jeans and cool trainers, with a tight t-shirt that showed off his body really well. I felt scruffy, young. Insignificant next to this guy.

“I’ll take you to him. He’s expecting you.” And he turned and walked away. I followed, scampering along behind this guy’s giant strides. We got to door to a back office and he knocked. A voice on the other side said “enter”. The guy opened the door and showed me in.

“I hope you do okay” he whispered as I walked past him. I snapped my head around to look at him and he was smiling. He winked at me and left.

I blushed again. He was really handsome. And he’d winked at me.

The man behind the desk cleared his throat loudly. I turned to him and found him smiling too. He craned his neck to see through the doorway to watch the young guy walking away.

“He’s a good looking lad, isn’t he?” He said. I blushed furiously. “That’s James. Born in a barn though.....” the man said.

“Oh!” I suddenly realised what he meant. I rushed to close the door. Now I was really nervous. James had thrown me off balance completely. Now I couldn’t get his smile out of my head.

“Why don’t you sit down? Would you like a drink? I can get you some water, or maybe a coke?”

I hadn’t had anything like coke for a very long time, but I didn’t want to appear greedy. “Erm, just some water, please, sir...” I stammered out.

The man laughed. He went to a fridge in the corner of the room and took out a bottle of coke. He pinged the top off on the side of his desk and handed it to me. “Have the coke, son.” He said. “By the way, in case it wasn’t obvious, I’m Nat. This is my place. I’m an old friend of Nicholas.”

I reached over and took the coke. I smiled. Nat seemed okay and he put me at my ease.

We talked for ages about my life. He seemed interested in every detail and I didn’t mind speaking about it. We covered everything from my level of education to how and why I ran away. I got to my time on the streets, to the part where I was attacked and Nick saved me. Nat seemed especially interested in that. I didn’t know what to say next. How do you tell someone that’s when you gave up your virginity to some older guy with a camper van?

Nat helped. “I’m guessing that’s where Nicholas..... what? Undressed you? Had intercourse with you? It’s okay. I understand it’s hard to talk about. You must know that me and Nicholas used to run around together. I know more about him than he knows about himself. There’s no way he would be able to resist you, young man.”

I sat with my hands in my lap, my head bowed. I nodded. “Yes. That’s when he...... took me.” I said, using Nick’s terminology. “But I let him. He didn’t...... you know.”

“No, he wouldn’t rape you. He might have twisted your arm a little to convince you, but he wouldn’t rape you. That’s not Nicholas’s style at all. What next?”

I brought Nat up to date. I told him everything. The stranger at the car park, my experience in the public toilets, Nick’s change of heart.”

“Ah, I see. Now I understand why Nicholas phoned me.”

There was a long silence. I felt weirdly drained having told my story. Suddenly Nat took me by surprise.

“So, are you gay?”

I was shocked by that. I never thought of myself as gay. But what was I? I hadn’t thought about any girls for a long time. And if I was honest, I enjoyed sex with Nick. I wanted him to take longer, go slower. Sex with the stranger in the car park had been..... well it had been good. Sex yesterday evening was pretty good too.

“Not sure......? Or Don’t want to say?” Nat prompted.

I shrugged. “I...... I don’t know.” I said with a gulp.

“You enjoyed sex with Nicholas?”

“Yeah. I guess.”

“And he put his cock in your bottom? Actual sex, I mean”

I blushed. “Y.....yeah.”

“You get to a point where it felt..... good?”

“Yeah” More certain this time.

“You ever had sex with a girl?”

“No.”

“When you play with yourself, you think about girls or boys?”

“Er..... mostly I think about the sex that I’ve had, I guess.”

Nat nodded. “Ok. Well, maybe you are, maybe not. It doesn’t matter to me. Don’t let it worry you.” He stopped talking and there was a long silence as he studied me, and I studied my hands in my lap.

“Listen” he said eventually. “Work here at the shop and around the campsite is hard. Long hours. We’re open from seven until seven most days and it’s a small crew. I expect people to pull their weight. And work together. I pay the going rate and then some, and there’s a big discount on any items from the shop. You’d also have a room - your own room - and I won’t charge you for it. Water, electric, all that is included. Food is your own responsibility but you’ll have enough to live off and some spare. Sound interesting, or not for you?”

I looked him in the eye. “Yes, very interesting.” I said. “I am not afraid of hard work or long hours. And I’m honest and I can be trusted. And I can do teamwork. I won’t let you down and I’ll always do my best......” I trailed off, with Nat sitting back and grinning at me.

“Well said!” He exclaimed, and I could see he was making fun of me a little bit. “Shall we talk about sex?” He grinned again, probably at my shocked expression. “Look, I know it isn’t exactly normal, but let me tell you about what I do here. Obviously there’s a caravan parked and a shop and that’s all straightforward. But I also arrange hookups for some wealthy people who like younger partners. I take photos and video and sell them abroad. It makes a lot of money and I share that with anyone who is involved. But it’s a choice. It’s not for everyone, I know that. But if you enjoy sex and you want to make extra money, I can arrange. And it’s safe because I make sure it is, not like your friend in the public toilets of that lay-by. For me personally I like to watch and photograph young people getting together. That’s my thing. I don’t often get involved myself these ……days although for you, I might make an exception. You know, you are very pretty.”

I took all this in. I didn’t know what to say. I knew my face was bright red. I didn’t know what to do. I wanted the job. I wanted to try to sort my life out. Did I have to offer myself up for sex to get it? Was that the deal here? Was that my life now?

Nat must have read my mind. “I’ll try you out in the shop regardless. You don’t have to worry about that. I’d do that for Nicholas and, to be honest, I think you’ll work out. I like your attitude. If you like it and you don’t mess it up, the job’s yours.” He smiled again. It was a genuine smile. He was amused at my predicament, but I gave him credit for making it easier on me. “But you don’t have to commit to anything else if you don’t want. It’s not compulsory. Okay?”

“What do you want to do with me?” I asked. The emphasis on the “you”.

“Me?” He asked, sitting back in his chair and thinking. “I would want to examine you. Touch you. I want to take photos. I have some toys that I’d like to use. And if you’re as good as I think you are under those horrible sports clothes, I might even want to make love to you.” He smiled. Despite the topic of conversation, it was a nice, genuine smile. “But only if you want to.”

Well, he wasn’t shy about it, I thought.

Nat seemed a lot like Nick, but a more settled-down, sensible, clean cut version. With more money. I found that I liked the idea of older guys and the way he spoke was turning me on. He seemed confident without being domineering. He was, in many ways, what I wished Nick would be.

“You don’t have to make your mind up now. I’m honest about the sex work we do here and all I ask is that if you work here and do not wish to participate, you don’t talk about it with anyone else. In the meantime, I’ll have James show you around. That okay?”

I nodded and smiled with relief. I could go and think things through. And meet James again. I thanked Nat for the opportunity and followed his instruction to go and find James. I had that sense of change, that feeling deep in my bones that new things were on the horizon. Good things. At least, I hoped they would be good.

We found James and Nat asked him to look after me. He showed me around the shop and twenty minutes later he took me to the living quarters.

James unlocked the door and led me into a large room with a double bed with bedside tables and lamps, a large chest of drawers, a wardrobe and desk. There was a small sofa too, and a TV. I looked around awestruck at the size of the room and the amount of furniture.

James looked over to me with that smile. “Like it?” He asked.

“Er.... yeah. It’s just......” I knew my eyes were wide.

“You’re not used to having such a nice room?” He offered.

“I’m not used to having a room at all, actually.” I replied. I explained that I had been homeless for months, and only recently living in an old camper van with a friend. Before that I was in homes and foster care, so I rarely had a room of my own or anything that wasn’t shared.

“So can I call you little orphan Annie?” He said, still smiling broadly. His blue eyes twinkled at me and I smiled too.

“Funny” I said.

“You want some help moving you stuff in?”

I went red faced yet again and that was the first time his smile slipped. “What’s up?” He asked.

“Er...... I’m standing in pretty much everything I own.” I said sheepishly. “I don’t have.... well, I don’t have anything.”

He very obviously looked me up and down, taking in my grey joggers, my top, the way I looked. He must think I’m some sort of tramp compared to him, I thought. I was embarrassed and for some reason, I felt terribly shy around this confident, sunny, attractive boy.

He suddenly grinned broadly. “Here” he said. I followed him as he went through the other door from the bedroom. He led me into an equally large en-suite bathroom, complete with bath, separate shower cubicle, a sink, a cabinet and even a heated towel rail on the wall. It was like some hotel bathroom that I’d seen on TV. It was even stocked with toiletries and fresh towels. My jaw was hanging open.

“This is yours. Why don’t you grab a hot shower. No offence, but you need one. I’ll be back in fifteen minutes. You okay if I just let myself back in?”

I nodded dumbly. I was already embarrassed so I couldn’t turn any more red at being told I needed a shower. I wasn’t surprised. It was damn hard to shower in that old camper van and the water was never warm. I knew I looked..... well, dirty. James hurried off somewhere and I stripped down and stepped into the shower cubicle.

I was mesmerised by the hot water, and luxuries like the shower gel and the shampoo. There was a sponge, too. I lathered myself twice, washed my hair twice too, and after I had stood in that powerful torrent of hot water I did it all over again. I couldn’t believe that something as simple as a shower could feel so fantastic.

I was covered in soapy foam from head to toe when James came wondering into the bathroom. “Still going, I see” he called out. The shower cubicle was clear glass, so there was nothing to hide my nudity except the soap. I shyly attempted to cover myself with my hands and he actually laughed. He stood there just looking. Looking and grinning.

As he stared at me his smile faded to another expression that I didn’t recognise. He reached down and pulled his tight fitting t-shirt over his head. He had a torso to die for. He peeled his jeans off and his socks too and he opened the shower cubicle door wearing only tight red briefs with an impressive bulge in the front. I took a sharp intake of breath as he stepped into the cubicle with me and closed the door behind him.

Hot water splashed us both and soaked his underwear. He was smiling again, a big sloppy smile that I couldn’t take my eyes off. He took the sponge from my hands and started to wash me. I didn’t need to be washed again, but I didn’t complain. He made his way down to my cock which was now hard and upright. He gently moved the sponge around down there. After a minute he dropped the sponge, but his hand continued to caress me.

“You know, if you want me to leave you can just say. I won’t be offended. I’ll come back another time if you want. But I couldn’t help myself. You’re kind of adorable.” He said, and as he finished that sentence he pressed his mouth onto mine and kissed me deeply, his tongue darting in and out of my mouth. I kissed him back for all I was worth and I ran my hands over that firm, athletic torso.

James pulled me into him and we embraced and kissed under the shower. He ran his hands down my back and squeezed my bottom, allowing a couple of fingers to work their way between my cheeks to touch my entrance. It sent a hot flush through my body and he kissed me harder, held me more tightly.

Suddenly he moved away. I was surprised and didn’t understand until he took the shower head and rinsed me of all the soap suds. He stepped from the shower and grabbed a couple of towels, pulled me out of the cubicle and to my surprised he picked me up in his arms. He threw the towels on the bed and lay me down on my back before he pushed my legs back and buried his head in between the cheeks of my bottom.

My eyes rolled back in my head as he expertly licked and tongued my hole, pushing the tip into me as far as he could and wiggling it around. I moaned. My cock twitched. He grasped my hard penis and pulled my foreskin back, running his finger around the head and playing with my balls. I had never had someone focus on me like this before. I tried to think of anything but these amazing sensations in an effort to stop myself from coming.

He stopped playing with me and started to work his way up my body, licking my scrotum, sucking my balls into his mouth, then licking around my cock, then my belly and nipples and neck and ear and then finally kissing me again. I giggled. He pulled away and smiled, reached over to the bedside table and grabbed a bottle of something from the drawer. He tipped it upside down and dribbled a large amount of the contents onto his cupped fingers, which he smeared around my anus.

“What’s that?” I asked, embarrassed once more by my own naivety.

“Lube, silly” he said and kissed me. “I don’t want to hurt you. I want our first time to be...... you know, special.”

He fingered the slick gel into me gently and delicately, all the while leaning right over me and kissing me and smiling down at me.

“I’ve never been taken by a younger guy” I said. Even as I said it I winced. Stupid thing to say.

He smiled. “I’m not ‘taking you’ silly” he said. “I fancied you from the first moment I saw you looking around like a lost puppy back in the shop. So if you’re okay with it, we’re going to make love.”

I nodded. I couldn’t speak because I thought I might cry. He was a handsome guy and I fancied him, too. This was all so different from anything I had yet experienced. This wasn’t a transaction. I really wanted to get fucked by this guy.

The next hour was hot, sticky, steamy and sensual. James used plenty of lube and took his time fingering me, relaxing me, and playing with my body. I peeled his wet underpants off of him. I sucked his cock, licked him all over. I did my best to touch him in the way he touched me, but there was no doubting who was in charge here. He turned me, positioned me, initiated everything. I was the naive boy trying to keep up, but I loved it. I was eager to learn.

Finally, after more foreplay than I thought it was possible to take, he positioned me on my back, lifted my legs slightly and got on his knees. He leaned over me and kissed me again. “You okay?” He asked. I nodded and smiled. I was more relaxed than I had ever been and I felt like my sphincter was ready for anything. He gently guided himself so that the head of his impressive cock was pushing against my entrance. I took a breath and closed my eyes.

“Don’t close them.” He said. “I want to look in your eyes the first time.” I opened them again, and lost myself in his sparkling blue eyes. He carefully, slowly, pushed forwards. His cock slid inside me. It was an amazing feeling. It was tight, but not painful and he went really slowly so there was almost no discomfort. It just felt great. I pulled my legs back a little to give him a better angle as he gradually filled me up with his cock.

He got past the half way point and bent down, his mouth open to kiss me. I closed my eyes as our tongues explored one another’s mouths. As I relaxed even more, he pushed inside me even further, until he was on top of me, face to face, his erection buried deep in me and our mouths sliding over each other as we sloppily kissed.

“Are you okay?” He asked. “I’m not hurting you?”

I shook my head. “It feels...... wonderful” I said. I was ready for it. I wanted it. As he leaned back into our kiss I said “Fuck me.” He grinned at me. He began to pump back and forth, slowly at first but building up speed. Something about the way he moved meant it was different every time, every thrust.

“My god, you’re so tight” he said. “Tight, and hot. And you’re an amazing kisser” he grinned and kissed me again. “I think I’m going to enjoy having you around”. We both giggled.

I wrapped my lower legs around him and we rocked back and forth together, our hands touching everywhere they could reach, our mouths kissing, sucking, licking. His cock was pumping into me now, really fucking me. But this was so different than with Nick or any stranger. It felt great. The ring of my anus felt open and stretched and warm and James’s cock sliding in and out was just fantastic. And it felt great inside me too, all the way up. I felt full and my insides felt caressed and just, well...... I felt well fucked. I could only hope this was as good for James as it was for me.

James was eventually on the verge of coming. I was surprised when he knelt back, pulling away from me. He gently took his penis from my hole, touching me and fingering me as he did so. He put both of our cocks together and wrapped his hand around them and he played with them both, jerking them both off. His eyes met mine. I was breathing in a ragged pattern, right on the edge.

“Come for me.” he said, his perpetual smile fixed in place. Maybe thirty seconds later we both came together, both spewing shot after shot of our come over my belly and chest. I have never had an orgasm before or since that felt better. My balls were drained, and my hole felt hot and used in the best way, and the guy who’d done all this to me was super cute.

James lay down on me, our bodies sandwiching the cum. He moved his body over mine, rubbing it in and smearing it everywhere as he kissed me again. I realised I was sweating, breathing heavily. He was too.

“Was that okay?” I asked. “Was…… was I ok?” He laughed.

“You’re kidding, right?” He said. “It was..... it was the best. You’re awesome. You’re so fucking cute.”

I grinned now. He asked if I was okay and whether I was satisfied. I laughed back at him. “I have never had sex like that” I said. “Genuinely I didn’t know any of that was possible.” I pushed my face up and I kissed him and held him. “Thank you” I said.

We giggled as we lay together for a few minutes more and kissed and touched.

“I guess we’d better get cleaned up. I’ve got to work.” He said. “Hey, how old are you anyway?”

“How old are you?” I answered with a grin.

“I’m eighteen in a few weeks. I’m guessing you’re.....what? Fifteen?”

“I’m sixteen. I thought you were older.”

“Huh, thanks!” And he pulled a face. “I look that bad, huh?”

I giggled again. “No..... it’s just you seem older...... you’re way more confident than me. And, Er...... experienced!”

He laughed. “I didn’t used to be. I had a well shitty life before I came here. Now I have a place, I have a job that I love and money. I’m saving up. And I get to have sex pretty much when I want. Every teenager’s dream!”

“What was so shitty, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Let’s not talk about that now. I don’t want to ruin a perfect vibe. The main thing is, I’m happy now.”

“Is that why you’re always smiling?”

He laughed again. “Why not? What’s not to be happy about. I’m in paradise. I must be” he said as he leaned in for another kiss “because fucking you was like dying and going to heaven.”

I kissed him back. He was such a handsome, attractive young man. “So you think I should stay?” I asked.

“Hell yes!” He answered. “You’d better. I want a rematch.”

I giggled at that. Any time, I thought. “Can I ask you something?” I said.

“Sure.”

“The sex stuff.... here....?”

“Okay, what do you want to know?”

“Well, is it really my choice?”

He grinned. “Yes, it really is. Nat is quite particular about that. Look, I don’t want to talk about it, but I didn’t do the sex stuff, as you called it, when I started here. I was a bit too messed up. Too many bad experiences in that department. But after a while the last boy here convinced me and when I tried it I got into it. I probably do something once or twice a week. Money’s great. Clients are nice. If it’s with Nat that’s even better. He mostly just takes photos. I think he’ll like you though. You’re more his type.”

I listened carefully. That all seemed genuine. I wondered what kind of life James had before coming here but I was too shy and too polite to keep asking. “And can I ask, what do you actually do?”

James grinned. “Yeah you can ask. I don’t mind. Especially if it helps you make up your mind to stay.” He said as he kissed me again, this time cupping my face with his hand. He touch and his kisses were driving me crazy and found myself getting horny again despite having just had the best sex ever. “I do anything. Girls, boys, I don’t mind. I prefer to top, but I have bottomed too.....”

I interrupted him. “Top? Bottomed?”

He giggled. “So young.....” he said, making fun of me. “Topping is what I just did. Bottoming is what you just did. Giving and receiving. Got it?”

I nodded. Made sense.

“Nat tends to use me for two things. I either break in some wealthy client’s son or daughter, or give them some practice or something, and occasionally some older guy wants to fuck me. I’ve had sex with a few older women, too.”

“Do you enjoy it?”

“Almost all the time. I’ll admit that sometimes I’d prefer not to. You know, maybe not really in the mood or I just don’t fancy the other person or whatever. I’ve never pulled out of a deal though. I could have, but I didn’t want to let Nat down. And it’s not like it’s horrible.”

I nodded.

“Nat likes to watch sometimes. He takes photos mainly, and some video. Sometimes he asks to sell what he produces to private collectors. Art collectors, he calls them. I’ve done that, too. He asked if me and Cassie would have sex for him on camera. That was good. I didn’t realise until afterwards that it was her first time. She’s cute, like you.”

I took it all in. He was casual about it, but I could tell he had thought about it and was only doing this stuff because he wanted to. It made me feel better, but I had one question and I didn’t know if anyone could answer it but me.

“Don’t you.......well, look I’m not saying...... but...... selling yourself like that, isn’t it like.....” I couldn’t say it, but it was okay because he knew.

“Prostitution?” He asked with a massive grin on his face.

I giggled at my own stupidity. “Yes.”

“Probably. I don’t know. I guess technically I’m a dirty big whore, but I don’t feel that way. It’s my choice. It’s just sex.” He shrugged.

I guessed he hadn’t thought about it as much as I was thinking about it. Maybe I was overthinking, one of my bad habits.

He was cute when he shrugged.

“I’ll tell you how I look at it” he said. His smile had faded and he had a serious face. It was no less cute than his smiling face, in fact if anything it made him even more attractive. “If I could have sex, I mean this much sex, any other way, well...... I would, you know? I’m not some slut to sleep with just anyone, but now that I’m enjoying sex..... which is new for me..... well, I want to explore new things. If someone wants to throw money at me for doing it...... let them!” He smiled and then laughed. “The main thing is, it’s my choice and I know that if I decided to stop, Nat would be cool with that.”

He looked down at me and our eyes locked. His big bright smile faded away as he lowered his face toward mine. I closed my eyes as our lips touched and we kissed passionately. God, this boy was doing something to me. I thought in that moment, that’s it, I am gay, and I want to be fucked by this boy because he’s handsome and bright and he makes me go all weird inside.

James moaned softly as we kissed. I felt him get hard. I was hard, too. He lifted my legs and tucked his arms behind my knees, never breaking the kiss. Then suddenly he was there again, that beautiful hard penis pushing at my entrance. I was already slick and relaxed and used, so he slid inside me easily in a single, gentle motion. I uttered a soft “ahhhh” as he filled me up.

He began to fuck me again. We maintained this position but even so, it felt even better than the first time. The skin on skin as he ever so gently thrust his hips forwards was sensational. My anal tunnel felt every vein, every bump and imperfection in his cock. Inside, I felt that big head of his softly thrusting deep up inside me. We just delicately made love, kissing and licking one another the whole time.

“I can’t last long” he panted through our kiss as his tempo increased slightly. No was no less gentle though.

I didn’t say anything. I was in heaven. Everything felt so right in that moment. He made a sweet little noise and his kiss became more firm as he came. I felt his cock throb a few times, especially where his head was inside me.

He raised his head and was suddenly concerned. I had a tear running down the side of my face. “Oh god, are you okay?” He asked. “Did I hurt you?”

I looked up at him. “No, I’m just..... happy.” I pulled him back in for another kiss as we lay there. “I just..... I never knew it could be like this and…… I......I think I’m gay”.

He collapsed on top of me laughing hard, ruining my moment. I laughed too and I slapped his shoulder in mock frustration.

“What’s so funny?” I demanded, but I couldn’t help but join in.

“My friend” he said. “I think you might be a little bit gay too.” He turned suddenly serious. “But tell me...... what gave it away?” And he collapsed again in hysterics.

I joined him and we ended up in tears from laughing so much. Then he got properly serious. “Please make this work” he said. “I’d really like it if you stuck around. You said that was the best sex you’d had.... well, I have to be honest. You’re the best I have ever had too. There’s something about you that..... that I really fancy.” He smiled again. He slid out of me and started to get up, taking my hand and pulling me along with him. “Come on, let’s shower together.”

We showered and he sucked me off in the shower. Told me it was the least he could do as he “hadn’t taken care of me” the second time. That made me kind of warm and fuzzy, that he was thinking about me like that.

“Oh, I’ve got a surprise for you!” He said, suddenly remembering something as we got out and started to dry off. “I got you a change of clothes. I hope you like. It’s what I would wear, so......” he showed me a really nice pair of skinny blue jeans that matched his, and a really cool bright red long sleeved t-shirt. “I didn’t have time to get underwear or shoes, but I hope these are okay at least.” He said.

I looked at the clothes and I loved them. “I can’t James.... I can’t afford these and.....”

He interrupted me. “It’s my treat. A present from me to you as a moving in gift.” He seemed serious again, but it was hard to tell with James. “And I’ll be offended if you don’t accept them.” He folded his arms like that was the end of the discussion.

I got dressed, forgoing the need to wear underwear. The clothes fit well and I completely loved them. I told him so. I hugged him and thanked him and I told him I owed him.

“No, you don’t” he said. “I mean it. No debts. I wanted to do something nice for you, that’s all.”

I beamed at him.  “I think I’m gonna like it here!” I said and we both giggled. 

To be continued.....