To Sammy With Love - 18. Epilogue

Peter finished showering and turned off the tap. Wrapping the towel around his mid-section, he made his way to the in- house cafe. All around him, the sounds of the male bathhouse continued quietly.

Seems I’ve been here before. Was it only a few short months ago? That fateful night when I met Sammy. So much has happened. Not all of it good. But then again . . . not really bad. Sammy and Karl have apparently gone into a relationship that looks like weathering the tests of time. If only I’d known about Karl. But then, if I had a tryst with Karl we wouldn’t have stayed best friends. His relationship needs are vastly different to mine. Our friendship would have suffered.

And out of it all, I’ve managed to keep Sammy on as a friend. Ahh - Sammy. I really hope I meet someone like you boyo. Karl is a lucky man - and knows it. I think he’ll make Sammy happy too. Christ, imagine going to bed with that gorgeous hunk every night. Yummy.

And Maria’s preggo - to Ronald, would you believe? Actually, Ron’s not such a bad bloke. He and Maria, it must be said, make a much better ‘fit’ than Karl and Maria. Except that, her family’s a bunch of dick-heads. Ron’s welcome to them.

And, of course, there’s dear old Rick. The dullest, most boring, dreary zombie, you’d ever meet. If he thinks he’s just gonna walk in and take over where I left off, he’s more stupid than he looks. Brenda’s welcome to him. But my kids - I’ll double the effort to stay close to them. Bit hard though; Brenda’s turned nasty and bitter, so she’s gonna try and poison the kids against me. But kids grow up. My kids will eventually shake off Brenda’s poison and relate to me in a positive way. I’m sure of it.

And what about me. Hey - I’m free. No more lies and dishonesty. No more deceit. I can be myself, and if others don’t like it - well, tough. And out of all of this there’s Billee. Not in my wildest dreams would I ever consider making a female a friend, and who accepts my being Gay. That’s the wonder. And Luke - I’m gonna embrace him as the son I’ll never have. And that makes me feel bloody terrific. Yeah. So, life’s beginning to be - Holy Shit. Look at the arse on that little number . . .

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