Silence prevails upon me every day of my existence. The ignored live with it every day. But what happens, when you no longer are invisible and the object of your dreams claims you!
I am was nothing more than his employee. His babysitter. His tutor. His butler. Always he was my baby. My son. My friend. My employer. Then a tragic accident changed him. He lost His parents. And he shut himself away. He hid in our house until he took charge of his life again. I always saw him as mine. In one way or...
From the moment my hormones kicked in, I knew I was different from other boys. Not wanting to make other people too aware of this, I stayed within the confines of a stereotype to avoid social suicide. However, I did it in a way that would not make me compromise who I am as a person...
"You shouldn't have called me a dog; I'll make you regret that. Prepare yourself "Sparky" because when we get home I'll make you beg." His eyes were dark and mischievous and I felt my heartbeat speed up a little. "Sparky? Really doggie, you couldn't come up with something better? And as for the begging... not really...
