Darryl's Background Story! :D

[pinchingyourballs]

Why did you bury her?

Cremation is cheaper, and then there is a new movement to simply do it the old way...not quite dig a hole and throw the body in, but kinda close.

It's supposed to be more "natural."

per google...

Burial without a coffin can be referred to as natural burial, green burial, or shroud burial. These terms emphasize the environmentally conscious approach of placing the body directly into the ground, often without embalming or using a non-biodegradable container. Natural burial typically involves using a biodegradable container or shroud, or placing the body directly into the ground.


How'd sis die of coke? OD? Shot in a drug deal gone bad?

Drug Dealer strangled her to death.

God that's awful. I'm really sorry Tasha. I hope her killer is living in misery every day.

[MisterV]

You could write a compelling narrative about it, but change the names of the parties to protect the innocent.

You know, like they did on Dragnet.

Maybe reintroduce the cops from Dragnet, Sgt. Joe Friday and officer Frank Smith.

Sure; have them craving each other but never consummating their desire due to hide bound religious beliefs.

Yes, skewer them on the horns of a dilemma.

[Tasha]

“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 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!”

[MisterV]

Mammie couldn't sleep: it wasn't the sound of rats in the walls, it was that old conundrum, that hoary chestnut which had tormented her since her Advanced Calculus class.

Sweat poured down her wrinkled brow; gulps of Fireball barely deadened her manic brain.

As was oft her wont she drifted into herself, oblivious to the world, her mind operating like a super computer, seeking the answer to the one question which has tormented her: Do any odd perfect numbers exist?

to be continued...or not

[Gottlob]

First, we determine who's asking the question.

As was oft her wont she drifted into herself, o6liMrV=5ious to the world, her mind operatin6 like a super computer, seekin6 the answer to the one question which has tormented her:

---> The Faith of Christopher Hitchens: The Restless Soul of the World's Most Notorious Atheist.

https://anagram-solver.net/Aswasofth...r?partial=true


Then, the answer.

D = 32 ⋅ 72 ⋅ 112 ⋅ 132 ⋅ 22021 = (3⋅1001)2 ⋅ (22⋅1001 − 1) = 198585576189 would be an odd perfect number if only 22021 (= 19^2 ⋅ 61) were a prime number. The odd numbers with this property (they would be perfect if one of their composite factors were prime) are the Descartes numbers.

Means that 22020 = (-1 + 19^2 *61) ---> 222 = 1/1961, and, so, there wouldn't be the Great Garnabby stuff, in particular the TOE, were there any odd perfect numerals. Now would there? Ha.

[Tasha]

Why did you bury her?

Cremation is cheaper, and then there is a new movement to simply do it the old way...not quite dig a hole and throw the body in, but kinda close.

It's supposed to be more "natural."

per google...

Burial without a coffin can be referred to as natural burial, green burial, or shroud burial. These terms emphasize the environmentally conscious approach of placing the body directly into the ground, often without embalming or using a non-biodegradable container. Natural burial typically involves using a biodegradable container or shroud, or placing the body directly into the ground.


How'd sis die of coke? OD? Shot in a drug deal gone bad?

Drug Dealer strangled her to death.

God that's awful. I'm really sorry Tasha. I hope her killer is living in misery every day.

Thank you. He really permanently snuffed out a bright light in our lives.

[Gottlob]

First, we determine who's asking the question.

As was oft her wont she drifted into herself, o6liMrV=5ious to the world, her mind operatin6 like a super computer, seekin6 the answer to the one question which has tormented her:

---> The Faith of Christopher Hitchens: The Restless Soul of the World's Most Notorious Atheist.

https://anagram-solver.net/Aswasofth...r?partial=true


Then, the answer.

D = 32 ⋅ 72 ⋅ 112 ⋅ 132 ⋅ 22021 = (3⋅1001)2 ⋅ (22⋅1001 − 1) = 198585576189 would be an odd perfect number if only 22021 (= 19^2 ⋅ 61) were a prime number. The odd numbers with this property (they would be perfect if one of their composite factors were prime) are the Descartes numbers.

Means that 22020 = (-1 + 19^2 *61) ---> 222 = 1/1961, and, so, there wouldn't be the Great Garnabby stuff, in particular the TOE, were there any odd perfect numerals. Now would there? Ha.

Seriously, though, there has to be something very deep going on with the universe, in the form of a TOE, itself, for the numerals to thus work out, with no odd perfect numerals.

I mean, there's no reason that such, or other, shouldn't exist, but, they just don't, which is on the just-is level of the TOE. Same as no extraterrestrial life, no ghosts, no bigfoot, and, so on. (On the level that the digits, and, then, numerals, that we work with are merely part of a much larger set of that is unavailable to us.)

And, oh, there was also a 72 above, as July 2. Ha.

[Tasha]

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. W

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.

[MisterV]

Seriously, though, there has to be something very deep going on with the universe...

Of course there is: we've barely scratched the surface.

Wait until the mysteries of dark matter are understood.

Among other things I suspect that may be a key to gravity, but then I'm no physicist, I'm merely talking out of my keyboard.

[Tasha]

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

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 smiling. I put it back and noticed something else under Dave's bed.


I took it out too. It 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 card back where it was and rushed back to my homework. Dave came out a few seconds later. He continued his homework.

[pinchingyourballs]

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.

Can the fine structure constants shed any light on this development?

[Tasha]

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.

Can the fine structure constants shed any light on this development?

Easy. Skippy/Max and Dave ARE a couple just like Darryl surmised within MINUTES of meeting Dave.

[Tasha]

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.

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.”

Max and Dave both looked caught.

[Tasha]

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”, you know, let him get away with “bad” stuff because of he and 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.” Dave nodded.

“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.

[Gottlob]

Wait until the mysteries of dark matter are understood.

Among other things I suspect that may be a key to gravity, but then I'm no physicist, I'm merely talking out of my keyboard.

Yes, MrV, we have to remove you from the following "equation" to get to some real solutions. Ha.

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.

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[pinchingyourballs]

Tasha, how long have you had an interest in the gay romance subgenre of fiction? A truly fascinating aspect of your online persona. Some constructive criticism: Stick to one name for Max/Skippy. It's confusing when you refer to this person by both names in the narration. Even in the dialog, just choose one. Personally, I think Max is better than Skippy. Skippy sounds like a pet or a drug dealer.

[Tasha]

Tasha, how long have you had an interest in the gay romance subgenre of fiction? A truly fascinating aspect of your online persona. Some constructive criticism: Stick to one name for Max/Skippy. It's confusing when you refer to this person by both names in the narration. Even in the dialog, just choose one. Personally, I think Max is better than Skippy. Skippy sounds like a pet or a drug dealer.

Skippy is what Dave calls Max in his mind. But he calls him Max to his face and when speaking about him to other people. I think I stopped calling him Skippy at all in subsequent chapters though.

My first gay romance story was actually written about 20 years ago.

[MisterV]

Are you homoasexual?

[pinchingyourballs]

Are you homoasexual?

That's one for the books.

[pinchingyourballs]

My first gay romance story was actually written about 20 years ago.

Why don't you join a romance writer's forum? It's pretty strange of you to post all this fiction on forums that have absolutely nothing to do with creative writing or lgbt issues.