He had no idea how I felt. Gerard, his benign older brother, the same one who would abet him with anything he wanted to do, knew what he felt was filthy and vile, and wished it gone.
But it didn’t go.
Things would slip passed him (he was too gullible to catch them). A flirt here, a touch there; all flew over his head. I knew if he ever did realize
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