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Greg

March 25, 1996





I woke up after Steve had left. I took a shower and thought about last night.

We made love, went to my favorite place for dinner, and then we came back and made love again.

I know Steve has a short fuse. I know what he did to me was wrong.

But, I also know that he loves me. I can change him.

He's the only one I've been with who's said it to me. Others have said that they love me when I do this or that, but never that they loved me.

I got out of the shower, dried myself off, made breakfast and began reading another part of Steve's journal.

*****

After my Mother died, my Grandmother sent me toa military school.  I was unpacking my things whena fellow student walked in to my dorm room.

"You're the new scrub, huh?"

"I guess I am."

"I'm Alec," he said holding out his hand. "I'll beyour New Cadet Advisor. The school gives each new lad a senior to show him around and help him with his studies."

I shook his hand. "What do I have to do for my advisor?"

"The tradition here is," he said looking me over. "Whatever the senior says."

I spent the next few weeks shining Alec's shoes and ironing his uniform.

One night I was in Alec's dorm pressing his ties.

He sat wrapped in a towel on his bed flipping through a magazine.

"What do you think of this?" he asked, holding up the magazine. "This turn you on?"

It was a picture of two men fucking.

"It does for me," he said, removing his towel and walking towards me. He rubbed his erection against me. "Whatever the senior wants."

I grabbed Alec's thumb and bent it back. He fell to his knees.

"Let's start a new tradition," I said, unzipping my pants. "You do whatever I want."

He did.

*****

I read another entry.

*****

On my eighteenth birthday my grandmother took me out to dinner and said,"Steven, your Mother lied to you."

"What do you mean?"

"Your father abandoned you and your mother. He didn't die."

I sat there, feeling like I'd been shot.

She reached into her bag, pulled out my Mother's old high school yearbook and handed it to me. "He's in there."

*****

I closed the journal and went to Steve's many piles of books.

I felt like a Hardy boy.

I searched until I found what I was looking for.

His Mother's yearbook.




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