Chapter 109

Ten, eleven, twelve. The line of tablets began to lengthen.

The images of Kevin riding on the back of Joey??s motorcycle began to populate his mind??s eye. Whenever he??d ridden pillion, Joey would never go too fast or take a corner too sharply. He used to tell Kevin he always took extra care when his ??precious pup?? was with him. Kevin pursed his lips at the remembered phrase.

Twenty-one, twenty-two.

The times they made love. And it was love, right from the start. Joey was big, much bigger than Cal. Their techniques were so different. Cal would stick it in and just thrust away. Joey was always gentle, always patient, always kind. He was considerate, passionate and loving. A tear rolled down Kevin??s cheek as he realised that he would never experience being made love to again.

Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty.