Gaard's arm is like an iron ring around my waist as the front door swings open.
"I thought I'd show you my place!" he says with a beckoning gesture.
huh We quickly make our way through his hallway. There are cables and computer mice everywhere...
So what is that? I have to look three times to understand it.
Total chaos!
This is profound and I am unable to hold back my opinion.
"Don't you have a closet?" I look up at him reproachfully.
"Why is everything okay? The bungalow is big enough for me and my junk.”
Nothing is worse than having to pretend everything is fine. 'Cause nothing's okay Unbelievable!!!...
"Show?"
Where to? I prefer to look into his eyes. They're digging into mine right now and he seems to really like it.
"You're still so young," he says softly. The age differenc
