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I think Callum is a nice guy with a crush!

"I'm really getting educated." Aled is a lucky boy as the readers have commented: Aled was dazed and very pleased. He's discovered he's a twink, The sex lessons are ongoing. And what an education it is!!

Coincidence: I read two stories I picked up at random today, one a classic story, by a classic author was a bit like reading Jane Austin, something from a past epoch. Not bad, a bit dry, describing everything and trying to bring the story alive with dialogue. Both that story and this were about first encounters, coming out, coming of age, but the contrast couldn't be greater. Here, the story is evocative, it's packed full of atmosphere, emotions, and feelings. The descriptions bring the story alive, "Aled moved slowly, like a clockwork toy running out of steam." The action simply unfolds naturally without describing everything. I loved it! No prizes for guessing which story I'll be reading...

Yeah, makes sense, it reads like a story from a decade ago (or more), not bad, just a bit dated. The kind of story where everything has to get explained, from the layout of Matt's house/garage, to undressing each other. Add the best friends to lovers trope and you have a classic story by a classic author!

19. The room was very white, smooth, glossy walls without windows. Zachary sat in the middle on a soft cushioned bench seat with no back. The material of the seat contrasted dramatically with the whiteness of the room, the olive green adding colour. Opposite him, across the low glass table sat Touma Shimizu. To his right sat Lowerstoff and to his left, Emile. "There's a certain symmetry between order and chaos," Emile said. No one replied, the room was filled with the soft

18. Saint Paul's Cathedral, London, 1962. It felt like a journey without end, Sarah had been travelling halfway across northern Europe, London presented itself as the final destination. She walked briskly across the still damp pavement. Half an hour earlier the skies were dark with rain clouds, she'd watched the downpour through the window of the taxi. Chance was on her side, as she stepped from the black cab the rain evaporated. For the moment she was safe. Safe from getti

17. Sarah Turin was no different from the majority of Cambridge graduates, a pretty enough girl with a homely southern counties image, an educated but in many ways naive young woman, brought up in a conservative and somewhat cloistered environment. The second daughter of a professional couple for whom there was never any real doubt she would follow in her older sibling's shoes. Cambridge was the first step to a career as a professional in her chosen speciality. The fact her specialit

16. Touma walked through, exactly as he had been instructed, his hand resting on the piece of paper pinned to his chest. He didn't want to lose that, it was important, he would need to do exactly what the note told him, even if he remembered nothing. Lowerstoff followed Touma. He too had a note pinned to him, a message to remind him just like Touma and the others. In the large room was an equally large electronic display. Touma looked at it and then at his companions. Every

15. They were somewhere in the desert, the small group of white single storey buildings a kind of oasis that had power and computers housed within as if a massive data centre had been plucked from a city somewhere and crash landed in the middle of nowhere. Baragsen led them all into what must have been the main control room, the centre of everything Zachary mused. "I need to get you all linked up," Baragsen said, and at the same time mad scientists, in white robes resemblin

14. They had moved into the old villa, a dilapidated old mansion hidden in the midst of a large completely overgrown garden. What once had been a splendid ornate frame for an architectural masterpiece, was now a wilderness of tangled bushes and brambles. If you didn't pay attention the jungle of sharp thorns would tear clothing and cut skin. Still it meant they were in a safe place away from prying eyes with little danger of being disturbed. Lowerstoff was occupied with the radi

13. "Of course you wouldn't believe it." He scrutinised Zachary. "You probably won't understand anything I explain." "I'm not stupid, Emile," Zachary glared at him. "I'm not sure I trust you, but that's another question." "Funny, because you seem to have confidence in Touma. Maybe that's because you are closer with the boys that you are attracted to?" Emile twisted his head in an odd expression of questioning and disdain. "You might be right. How would I know, I'm too

12. Zachary could not believe how sumptuous the villa was and how relatively easy it had been to get an invite. Adil had worked his magic with a boy he knew. Perhaps a kid who owed him, or was a relative, it didn't matter and Zachary hadn't asked. The only downside, there was one gold embossed invitation with the space for one name on it, so he was alone. They still discussed who should go although Zachary was the obvious choice. As he crossed the broad steps that led down to an

11. Appearing out of the darkness from behind the little boat was Adil. Zachary recognised him in an instant and so did Lowerstoff. Adil was always together with Hassan, Lowerstoff remembered Hassan like it was yesterday. He probably wouldn't admit it, but he had a soft spot for the kid. "Where's Hassan?" Lowerstoff asked. "Hassan?" Adil replied, puzzled. "Yeah, the other kid who was with you." "It nice to see you," Adil said to Zachary, ignoring Lowerstoff.

10. Things did not pan out in this reality following the order vaguely or otherwise that Zachary expected. So they had to consider what to do next, because a meeting with Violetta Cantagalli seemed key to Zachary and Lowerstoff agreed. Touma was still for going to Tokyo with the usb key. The telephone rang when they were still in bed. It had been a kind of wild night which was evident when the ringing woke up Zachary. Blinking and looking around he grabbed the phone from the wa

9. "Hamilton didn't look pleased when he saw Touma," Lowerstoff said. Zachary looked at him but made no reply. They were in the same hotel, the one with the bar and terrace overlooking the Promenade des Anglais and the blue, blue, Mediterranean. The sky matched the colour of the sea. It was difficult to draw the line where sea and sky met. Boats were out along the coast, traffic passing slowly on the promenade and people, lots of people. All manner of people, different ages, dif