CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Bodie, all 195cm of him, walks into the reception area. Travis is on the brown, cheap, cracked vinyl couch in the foyer, checking i********:. He looks up, smiles, says, ‘Bodie, good to see you.’
He gets up, and they man hug for a few seconds. Travis steps back from him. Bodie has black shoulder-length hair, brown eyes like chocolate drops, is broad-shouldered, wearing black jeans, a long-sleeved green t-shirt under a grey t-shirt that says Youth Revolution. Bodie is thirty years old. He hasn’t shaved for a day or two. He has cheekbones models would die for. Travis says, ‘How’s the s*x trade?’
‘Oh, you know, kinkies, pedos, straights, gays, er trans, any known, um, LGTBI, and glory holes all that kind of shit.’
Travis laughs out loud as does Gavin who heard what he sa
