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sábado, 12 de noviembre de 2016

Takua Hotel

   The premise of the island was that any person in the world could get anything they wanted there. There was no limit for what the people that managed the place could provide. It could be someone to spend the holidays with or a really great adventure, the best sex of your life or maybe something that most people wouldn’t even think about. Everything was on the table or, at least, that was what the brochure said. David was very nervous on the plane, trying to figure out if he had done the right thing by spending so much money on that vacation.

 When the plane landed, his worries were soon a thing of the past. As people descended to the tarmac, it was impossible not to see the beautiful waters that surrounded the main island in the atoll and the lush and exotic vegetation all over the place. All the people that were in the plane were also watching and even taking pictures. David was going to imitate them but then a woman that worked for the hotel arrived in front of them and greeted them. She asked everyone to follow her and so they did, to what would be the terminal of the landing strip.

 The flight that had just ended was a private one, only for the people that had paid to live the experience of the Takua hotel. The journey had been very long from home, but David was very excited now and looking forward to everything the trip had to offer. When everyone was in the room, the woman told them that all electronic devices were barred from the island in order to have a better experience. So they needed people to put all of those objects in a small locker right there in the terminal. They would be able to open them with their electronic bracelets the day of their departure.

 Everyone complied and five minutes later they were in the docks just outside the terminal. The woman told them that, as everyone hadn’t come to have the same experience, they would not be staying in the same areas of the hotel. Some would go to the lagoon, others to the main island and the forest and others to an artificial island, which was on the other side of the atoll. Three boats were ready and she called people one by one, reading from a list. Once everyone was ready she reminded them to follow instructions and to have a nice stay. The boats departed as she waved to them.

 The boat ride was short for David. Apparently he would stay in the cabins that were located in the main island, surrounded by the lush forest. When they arrived there, another hotel person greeted them. Her name was Valery and she asked them to ask any questions they could have. Someone then asked when would their experience begin. She smiled at the question and told them that it would begin differently for everyone. She gave everyone yellow bracelets with a number and told them to go find their rooms, luggage would be already there.

 David got a nice cabin that was as close to the water as it was to the forest. The only thing that he didn’t like was the fact that bugs may enter his room but he was assured, the following day, that there were no bugs in the island. He thought that was weird, but he didn’t dwell on it. The first night was great: the bed was just perfect, as was the weather. He had regained the energy he had lost through travel and he was ready to meet his experience, whatever that was. The first thing he did was shower and then go to the breakfast buffet because he was starving.

 As he was choosing some fruit, he noticed there was only one remaining passion fruit and he loved that fruit. So he grabbed it but then someone else wanted the fruit too. Their hands touched and they both recoiled as if the had been burned. He looked at the guy and David was instantly attracted to him. It was a very strange feeling because he had never seen that person before but, somehow, he felt he really liked him. David asked him to take the fruit; he could have it some other time. The guy wanted him to take it. Finally, they both had passion fruit as more was served in a second.

 They decided to sit together, as they both had come by themselves. Actually, everyone in that place was alone or meeting people there, which maybe had something to do with their desires. But David was not thinking too much about that. He was asking the guy his name and where he had come from. His name was Michel and he was from Paris but his parents were immigrants from Africa. He started telling David his story and it was so interesting that David didn’t notice all the food from the buffet had been taken away because of the hour.

 They decided to keep talking, walking around the island, discovering the place together. David confessed that he didn’t really know what he had wanted to achieve by coming to the island because he wasn’t even sure of what he was looking for or what it was that he wanted from life. Michel told him he was more certain than that but that he was open to anything that could happen in life. He wanted a better job for himself but also to please his family by getting together with someone and having a family or something like that.

 Both men decided to meet again later for dinner and so they did. The mood was strangely romantic but nothing really happened besides a lot of flirting and maybe holding hands for a short time. David was very happy, as he had not been in a long time. He felt as if he had gone back in time, just as a boy in school who is excited about meeting people and having their first crush, That was exactly how it felt and it was very strange but he intended to enjoy it thoroughly.

 His stay was of one week. And he spent almost everyday with Michel. They explored the island together by foot, kissed in the middle of the jungle and swam together in the lagoon, playing around with seashells and other things they found. David loved to watch Michel swimming and then walking towards him, dripping water. Somehow, that was very sexy to him. By the fourth night, David let Michel into his bedroom and they made love. It was very particular but even sex felt better there, it felt much more natural, easier if it makes senses.

 They both noticed it and they talked about it the next day in bed. They kissed a lot and then had breakfast in the buffet. But then, something really weird happened. Valeria, the woman who had greeted them the day they had arrived, approached them on the restaurant and told Michel that he had a “penalty point” because he hadn’t registered into his room the night before. David didn’t believe what she was saying. But then again, other people from the hotel’s staff, were apparently having the same conversation with other guests.

 Michel responded to her saying that he had the best sex of his life that night, so not following those rules had been a good idea. The woman didn’t laugh or seemed even annoyed by the comment. She just repeated that he had that “penalty” and that if it happened again, he would be “invited to leave the island”. And then she left, leaving them with their mouths open and wondering if that had been just to play with them or an actual thing that hotel had. It was a very weird situation but they forgot about it later, during sex in Michel’s room.

 They decided to respect the rules but not fully: they would have sex in each other’s rooms but not during the night. They would go have something to eat or hike or swim after that. The truth was that both of them had the best week of their lives there. When time come to leave, people from the hotel told everyone that each person would be picked up individually in their rooms with their luggage and then taken to the landing strip by boat. They came for David just after lunch, which he had with Michel. He was not on the boat and then, not in the plane.

 Everyone was leaving at the same time, that’s how it worked. But why was the plane taking off without Michel. Maybe he had forgotten to take his phone from the locker or something. But as the plane flew over the island one last time, the guy besides him smiled and asked: “¿You thought it was real, right?”. And David realized that that was exactly what had happened. He had bought into the hotel’s experience and now he had the best memories with someone that wasn’t real. Or was he?

miércoles, 5 de octubre de 2016

Una vez y otra más

   Mientras me ponía los pantalones y apretaba el cinturón, escuché ruidos que venían de afuera de la habitación. Me di cuenta entonces que él no había salido al baño sino que se había ido a otra parte del apartamento. Seguí mirando el sitio con curiosidad ya que me gustaba bastante por donde estaba ubicado, como estaba arreglado y por la espectacular vista de la ciudad que había por la ventana. A pesar de ser tan temprano en la mañana, no había nada de la usual neblina. En cambio se alcanzaba a ver por varios kilómetros y era algo hermoso.

 Terminé de vestirme, revisé tener la billetera y mi celular y salí de la habitación con cierta rapidez. Normalmente nunca me quedaba en la casa de nadie hasta tan tarde y tenía que llegar a la mía, en la que no vivía solo. No es que a mi compañera de apartamento le importara mucho a que hora llegara o cuando pero a mi cerebro le gustaba pretender que era algo importante. Creo que me hacía creer que estaba siendo responsable de alguna manera aunque eso no tenía el más mínimo sentido. Me detuvo un momento frente a un espejo de cuerpo entero en el pasillo.

 Me peiné como pude, aunque mi cabello no parecía tener muchas ganas de hacer lo que yo quisiera. Para eso debería haberme duchado, algo que él había ofrecido pero, de nuevo, yo solo quería irme. Me arreglé la ropa un poco y seguí caminando hacia lo que era la salita del apartamento. Me gustaba mucho esa zona porque el techo era en bajada por ser en el último piso. Había una viga de madera que le daba cierta personalidad al espacio. La vista desde allí era igual de increíble. Por un momento me pregunté cuanto dinero ganaría él en su trabajo.

 Me asustó al aparecer de la nada. O bueno, por aparecer del lado al que yo no estaba mirando. La cocina estaba de ese lado y no debía haberme sorprendido tanto pero pegué un salto bastante exagerado y le hice caer al suelo un vaso de jugo de naranja que llevaba. El liquido se expandió por todo el suelo, manchando también una pared y una linda alfombra de estilo persa que tenía debajo de la mesa de centro de la sala. Mi reacción inmediata fue de vergüenza. Me agaché a recoger los vidrios y el me dijo que no me preocupara por ello.

 Fue cuando vino con la escoba, el recogedor y un trapo, cuando me di cuenta de algo: él seguía sin ropa, tal como había salido de la habitación. Por alguna tonta razón, eso me hizo sentir incomodo, a pesar de que ya lo había visto desnudo por un buen rato. Me sentí infantil al rato, cuando me di cuenta de cómo me había sentido. Fue una sucesión de sentimientos y pensamientos que ocurrieron en un espacio de tiempo muy pequeño. Y él, sin decir nada, se puso a limpiar el jugo regado y a recorred los vidrios con gran habilidad.

 Como yo no podía o no quería hablar, no pude decirle que no se molestara con el jugo. Por eso volvió y me sirvió un vaso y me invitó a tomarlo en la sala. Hice algo un poco grosero que fue tomar todo el contenido del vaso, sin respirar, en unos pocos segundos. Estiré la mano para darle el vaso y él me lo recibió un poco impresionado. Me dirigí hacia la puerta con cuidado, tratando de no pisar las partes pegajosas del piso o cualquier partícula que brillara. Cuando llegué a la puerta principal, fui a decir algo para despedirme pero un trueno en el exterior me calló.

 De repente, sin previo aviso, una lluvia torrencial empezó a caer afuera. Me quedé mirando la ventana con la boca abierta y luego, sin pensarlo mucho, mis ojos pasaron a la silueta de su cuerpo contra la poca luz que entraba por la ventana. De verdad que era un tipo muy lindo, su cuerpo me gustaba mucho y, había que decirlo, era muy cariñoso. Moví los ojos hacia otro punto y entonces dije, casi gritando, que ya me iba y que pediría un taxi en la recepción del edificio.

 Él me miró y me dijo, con total tranquilidad, que podía quedarme el tiempo que quisiera. Y como por lanzar un pequeño dardo, agregó que nadie me estaba echando. Eso me hizo sentir muy mal porque él tenía razón al decirlo. Me estaba comportando como un jovencito y no como un hombre adulto. Así que por eso, por la culpa, caminé hacia él y le pregunté si lo podía ayudar a limpiar. Él me dijo que quedaría un poco pegajoso por un tiempo pero que no tenía ganas de limpiar en ese momento, que lo haría más tarde con productos de limpieza como tal.

 Caminó entonces a la cocina para botar los pedazos de vidrio y me dejó solo mirando la lluvia que caía como si el cielo se hubiese roto. Me quedé allí de pie por un buen rato hasta que me di cuenta que me estaba comportando de manera rara de nuevo. Así que me senté en el sofá que había allí y me quité la chaqueta. De alguna manera hacía más calor en el apartamento que el que seguramente hacia fuera. Entre la lluvia podía ver árboles y eso me hizo pensar en mis decisiones, en mi vida, en lo que hacía y en lo que no.

 Rompió mi pensamiento el ruido de vidrio. Esta vez él había puesto dos vasos de jugo sobre portavasos en la mesita de centro, así como un plato con lo que parecían croissants pequeñitos. Me dijo que algunos tenían queso y otros chocolates. Se sentó desnudo a mi lado y tomó uno de los croissants y un vaso de jugo. Empezó a comer sin decir nada, solo mirando por la ventana y nada más. Yo decidí hacer lo mismo, a ver si eso rompía el hielo que yo había formado con mi mala actitud. Me di cuenta que no quería irme sin dejar las cosas bien. No tengo ni idea porqué.

 Le pregunté cuanto pagaba de arriendo. Era una pregunta un poco rara para hacerle a alguien que casi no conocía. Al fin y al cabo nos habíamos visto en contadas ocasiones. Sin embargo, el sonrió y me hizo recordar que esa era otra cosa que me gustaba mucho de él. Me contó que el apartamento era de su padre y que, al morir, se lo había heredado directamente a él. Es decir, solo pagaba servicios y nada más. No sabía si decir algo positivo o decir que sentía lo de su padre. Opté por lo segundo.

 Él negó con la cabeza, todavía sonriendo, y me dijo que siempre había tenido una relación bastante especial con su padre y que había sido su manera de decir que confiaba en él. No insistí en el tema pero ciertamente me pareció muy interesante. Le dije que me gustaba mucho la vista y él respondió que lo sabía. Eso me hizo sonrojar y pensar en que había hecho yo para que él se diera cuenta de ello. Tal vez en la habitación me había quedado mirando hacia el exterior en algunas ocasiones. Me dio mucha vergüenza pensarlo.

 Entonces el me tocó la cara y me dijo que le gustaba como me veía con la luz que había en la habitación. Seguí rojo porque no esperaba que dijera algo así. No le agradecí porque sentí que eso no hubiese tenido sentido. La lluvia siguió cayendo mientras terminamos la comida y la bebida. No se detenía por nada y yo me resigné a que simplemente no iba a tener una mañana de domingo como las de siempre, en la que permanecía metido en la cama hasta bien tarde, cuando me daban ganas de pedir algún domicilio de una comida no muy sana.

 Él entonces me dijo que se disculpaba si me parecía un poco raro que no se vistiera pero es que así se la pasaba todos los domingos. Me confesó que no se bañaba en esos días y que por nada del mundo salía a la calle. Le gustaba usar el domingo para adelantarse en series de televisión o películas que no hubiera podido ver antes. Yo le dije que hacía lo mismo y empezamos hablar de las series que nos gustaban y porqué. Resultó que estábamos viendo la misma y que teníamos las mismas ideas respecto a los personajes y sus intrigas.

 Cuando la conversación se detuvo, me invitó a ver un capitulo en el televisor de su habitación. Acepté y nos pusimos de pie para caminar hacia allí. Casi cuando llegamos, me detuve frente a la puerta del baño y le pregunté, de la nada, si podía bañarme ahora, ya que lo había ofrecido antes. Me dijo que sí y yo, sin decir nada, lo tomé de la mano y terminamos juntos bajo el agua caliente de la ducha. Hicimos de nuevo el amor y luego vimos televisión. Y hoy puedo decir que he estado viniendo a este apartamento por los últimos dos años. Las cosas pasan como tienen que pasar.

sábado, 16 de abril de 2016

Hand between thighs

   When Alan woke up, he felt a hand lodged right between his thighs, centimeters away from his genitals. He froze as soon as he open his eyes and realized he didn’t really knew what had happened the night before. Not minding the hand or the soft breathing next to him, he tried to remember where he was exactly and what had he done to get there.

 He remembered going to his friend Amelia’s house as she had organized a party for her boyfriend, who had recently came back to the country after working with an NGO for several months in Africa. Alan had always thought Julio, Amelia’s boyfriend, was very handsome and kind and he always told her that if he had been gay, he would have been the one to get him. Amelia always responded to this by laughing and saying, “Right, you wish”. She had cooked some things, bought other things and had bought lots to drink for the many people that were coming.

 At first, it had been a nice little gathering of people and, as it was a surprise party, it had been really nice when Julio had come in and he was truly surprised to see so many people there. Alan ate a lot and then began to drink, just like the rest of the people. Music slowly changed throughout the night and after midnight they were already dancing all over the place. Everyone was having fun. And that’s all Alan could remember clearly. Memories become blurry after that.

 He turned around his head to the left and realized, although the hand between his thighs was a good indicator, that he was naked. His clothes were all over the floor, his underwear on top of a shoe that wasn’t his. He turned around his head to the right and expected not to see whoever it was awake but he wasn’t. He had his eyes closed and he was a very cute guy. Cuter than most men he had ever had sex with. But no matter how hard he tried; he couldn’t remember who he was.

 After dancing had begun, he thought he remembered drinking a lot more. He probably mixed liquors and that’s why his head didn’t feel so good. And his stomach wasn’t too great either. He closed his eyes for a while and tried to think about what he should do. He ended up remembering a conversation with Julio about some political issue in Africa and with Amelia about how hot someone was. He didn’t really remember who he was talking about but he remembered saying something about an ass.

 Carefully, he lifted the bed sheet to see it if the guy’s ass made him remember anything else but it didn’t. It was nice though and he couldn’t help but appreciating that the guy slept on his chest and with his face towards him. He almost laughed at this stupid thought but he contained himself and realized it was probably time to go.

 The hand was the most difficult part.  The best way to do it was to make him move the hand instead of Alan taking it and moving it himself. So he just moved his legs and feet a bit and that made the guy turn his head around and remove his hand from where it was, instead putting it right under his body. Alan waited for further movement but it didn’t happen, so as silently as he could, he got out of the bed.

 He suddenly had a string urge to sneeze and grab his nose just in the right way not to make a big noise. He had a bit of a dust allergy and he realized the floor was not precisely spotless. There were little balls of dust here and there and he decided to get his clothes fast, before he needed to sneeze again. He grabbed his underwear first, then one sock that was on the bed, then his pants on top of the other guy’s shirt. His shirt was on a chair, as well as his jacket and, finally, his other sock on the nightstand near the possible owner of the room.

 Alan realized two things right there: that he might not be in that guy’s place and that he had no idea where his shoes were. He looked beneath the bed and under every piece of clothing still on the floor but he couldn’t find anything. So if they weren’t there, they had to be outside. Hoping not to have to wake up the guy, he grabbed the door handle and pushed as slowly as he could. The door didn’t make a noise and he closed it with care.

 Effectively, his shoes were on the corridor outside. He got dressed right there and in a few seconds he was clothed and walking to the main door. The apartment was nice, although a bit dusty too in the social areas. There was an opened bottle of wine on the coffee table and two glasses. Those were probably theirs and that really explained why Alan had such a need to eat something or vomit. He had never been a good wine drinker and realized he must have been really drunk to accept wine.

 He put on his shoes right on the door, checked his jacket for his wallet and cellphone and when he felt them, he opened the door, got out and closed without minding the slamming sound. He was out anyway, so he didn’t really care anymore. He walked towards an elevator and press the down button and then had a memory, a confusing one, of having kissed someone in an elevator recently. Not a surprise.

 When the elevator opened, a woman not much older than Alan came out and greeted him. He walked into the elevator and, just as the doors were closing, he saw she was standing in front of the apartment he had just left and was looking for her keys. He opened his mouth in surprise and wondered who she might have been.

 Moments later, on the street, he quickly knew where he was and where he had to walk to catch a bus towards his house. It was very early and it was, if Alan remembered correctly, a Saturday. So that explained why the woman was visiting he guy he had been with. Maybe it was his sister. Or maybe it was a friend that had keys, but that didn’t really make any sense. Or she could have been his roommate. After all, he remembered seeing a couple of closed doors. If only he could remember anything about his likely conversation with him.

 When he got to the bus stop, he tried to straighten his hair and look a bit less “hangover” in the face. But that was probably impossible so he just sat in the small metal bench and waited for his bus. He checked the number on his cellphone and then realized he maybe used the phone the night before. So he checked for pictures and, he certainly had many of those but not the kind he was hoping for.

 He almost dropped the phone and had to lower the brightness of the screen so no one else could see, even if he was alone at the bus stop. There were five pictures and in all of them he was having what looked like great sex with the guy he had woken up next to. He certainly didn’t remember that but then something woke up some of his neurons: in one of pictures, he could see the guy had a tattoo of a Celtic symbol on his arm. He remembered having talked about it but not with whom. Probably that guy…

 He knew he said he knew what the symbol meant and he did: it was about eternity and everlasting energy or something like that. Maybe that had been his so-called “pick up line”. Alan didn’t really use those but maybe it had worked that way for him. He also had a couple of pictures in the party but that he remembered very well because they had been taken early in the night.

 The bus arrived; he passed his card and then sat down in the back row. He looked at people and cars and dogs as the bus took him home and when he finally got there he just took off his clothes again and got in bed. But he couldn’t really fall asleep. He was still thinking of the guy and how guilty he felt not knowing who he was, at least a name or something about their conversation or what the sex was like.

 He really was an attractive guy so Alan wondered how he made it happen. Maybe the guy was desperate or maybe Alan had some charm he didn’t even know was there. Maybe he should have stayed in that bed, with that hand between his thighs in order to know more about that guy and possibly about himself. What harm could it have done?

jueves, 7 de abril de 2016


   Norman had never really had any dreams, no real aspirations for life. He had gone through high school with pain, due to his lack of interest for most subjects, and went on to take six months off to decide what he was doing next. His parents agreed but only because he had really made an effort in his last year to get the best scores possible to get into a good college. They weren’t magnificent scores but they were certainly much better anyone had hoped him to have.

 He loved animals so he thought of becoming a veterinarian. But decided not to when he realized he would have to operate and see wounds and things like that. He wasn’t the best person in the presence of blood or any substances like that.

 Then he analyzed the possibility of becoming an architect. But he really sucked at mathematics and at drawing so it didn’t make much sense. Engineering was also out of the question as well as anything to do with math.

 He turned to the arts and put aside at once anything very plastic. He had never been good with his hands. Literature seemed interesting but he didn’t very much mind reading and cinema required him to work in a group. Which was very hard because he tended to like being alone.

 There was also law school, which he found very boring, and psychology, which he thought was garbage wrapped in trash. Philosophy never ended up anywhere and there wasn’t really anything else he could choose in the available colleges.

 The only thing he was good at was typing, like the secretaries in the fifties. He was really good and was capable of writing really fast although he had no idea what he was writing about. So he looked it up and decided it would be interesting to become a translator. It seemed easy, it was something everyone needed in due time, they got to travel and it just seemed right for him. Besides, he had learned two languages in school besides his own so at least he had already begun his studies, in a way.

 After two years of the career, Norman met Drake. He was a stunning man who happened to be very well known in the small world of high schools that compete against each other. When they first met in college, Norman was sure he had met Drake before. The thing was, he hadn’t but he had seen him several times when he and his classmates would attend football matches to support their school team.

 Drake was the star of one of the other high schools and everyone knew him because of his slight accent and his popularity with women. Norman had checked him out a lot back in the games but never really thought of anything. Later on, through a mutual acquaintance, they met in college and hit it off right away.

 They would speak for hours about their time in high school, their personal experiences there and also about their lives as college students. Drake was studying to become an architect and Norman soon saw with his own eyes that he was really good at drawing. When he did it, he was always very focused, as if he was alone somewhere. It was something really nice to see.

 They labeled their relationship as friendship. Norman went to Drake’s house often and vice versa. Sometimes Norman would judge Drake’s drawings and designs and would help him find things to make his ideas more appealing to the teachers. Drake also helped Norman by learning all the verbs and their forms for the frequent exams that he had. He also timed his typing skills and they always had fun with that.

 Although Drake had two girlfriends during their time in college, Norman barely saw any of them. They didn’t really talked about it. It wasn’t really a surprise when, in their last semester, Drake confessed he thought he was n love with Norman. And Norman realized he had been in love from the first moment they had begun their friendship.

 So shortly after they were done with college, they moved in together and promised each other to make it work. They found a small apartment midway between each other’s jobs and just lived a nice life for a long time until Drake proposed. He was one of those guys that like all the classic stuff. He wanted his life to have it all and Norman accepted because he was happy and wanted Drake to be as happy as he could. 

 They got married in a beautiful retreat by the mountains with friends and family and celebrated it by travelling to a faraway island where they were treated like gods. Besides, their relationship grew stronger and they felt they really had someone to trust and talk to whenever they wanted to. It was one of their shared dreams and they had achieved it.

 But then, some years later, Drake asked Norman if he would like to get a child, through adoption or insemination. Drake had entered those years in which men have a desire to leave their mark in the world and the ideal way to do that is to have a child. Norman had to think about it for a while because it wasn’t an easy decision. It was the life of some poor kid they were talking about and he didn’t wanted to make a mistake with that.

 Months later, they decided to go to an agency where they would offer a woman willing to carry their baby for the duration of the pregnancy. It had been Norman that made the decision, as he decided that if they were going to have a child, it was best of it looked like one of them. He felt bad for all the children up for adoption but he just thought it was the best choice for them.

 The pregnancy months were difficult because one of them had to help the woman they had chosen with all her pregnancy related issues and the one who was less busy was Norman. He took her to the doctor and to the dentist and to those classes were pregnant women learning how to breathe and how to stay strong. She was a very nice woman that just needed money and had already been a mother so she knew what it was all about. She was a single mom and her parents were not very happy with their decision but she didn’t care about that.

 Norman had some time to work, mainly online, with official documents but had to stop travelling to take care of the pregnancy. When the baby was born, the woman disappeared after being paid and they had new responsibilities. Drake tried to get some months off but due to fact that they were two men; they only gave him half the normal time. They sued but nothing came out of that. They enjoyed their time together, now three, and when he went back to work it was Norman who had to put almost everything about his career on hold.

 He got a break when the child was bigger and they had people they trusted to leave him off with like their parents or sisters or brothers who already had children. Being a baby, they didn’t feel good doing it but now that little Kevin as older; it didn’t seem much of a problem.

 One day, it the supermarket, Norman realized he was looking for a different cereal box for each one of them as well as their favorite snacks and meals. He knew how to cook the best burgers with mushrooms and he created Kevin’s favorite juice, a combination of three tropical fruits. In front of the freezers filled with frozen fish, he realized he had become a “house husband”. He had never really intended to and now he was doing all the things that the house needed to get done in order to work.

 He loved dressing Kevin up in Halloween and kissing Drake every morning and having sex in the most unexpected times.

 Then, Kevin was in school, Drake was successful in his job and now had a company of his own and he traveled from time to time to act as translator for some government officials or in other events. When he did that, it was fun but he had much more fun at home, when he was cooking or making the house look good. He had finally found what he loved.

 Maybe it wasn’t the most popular job of them all but he loved the look on his family when they appreciated his hard work. They didn’t teach any of that in college and he certainly had no use for those damn high scores and grades.