Date: Sat, 15 Dec 2012 08:12:06 -0500 (EST)
From: Brad Crandall <bradcrandall2012@aol.com>
Subject: Confidential Deceit part 2

Shawn lead me into his new trailer and to my surprise some furniture had
already been delivered, or maybe it was left over from old man Williams and
perhaps his family didn't care what happened to his belongings, either way
I really didn't care, Shawn and I just headed for his bedroom.

Shawn's room was just a small room, about the size of a walk in closet. He
already had some band posters and pictures of playboy models strewn up on
his walls. "Son of a bitch, he's straight!" How could my gay-dar fail me so
miserably? I should have called it, I guess, some part of me did when I saw
him from my bedroom window a few moments ago. Him in those sagging jeans,
showing off those blue and white plaid boxers.

"I smell a challenge." I said to myself, egging myself on.

"So do you have a girlfriend?" I asked, trying to be nonchalant. Shawn
glanced away from one of the many pictures of the "whores" as I call them,
pictures of the playboy models. "No, not really." He said in a soft, sad
tone leading me to believe that some bitch had the nerve to break up with
him. "What happened?" I asked in a hushed, pretending to be concerned tone.
"I don't honestly know." He replied. "She got jealous that I was hanging
out with her sister and accused me of fucking around on her."  "Well, were
you?" I asked in a curious tone. I really didn't want to think about this
boy fucking anyone except me. "It really don't matter anymore. I mean yeah,
I fuck around but she does too." I nodded my head, I felt sick to my
stomach. How many girls did he fuck around with? I really didn't want to
know.

It seemed like we'd just been sitting there for an hour when I felt my
stomach rumble. "I think I'm going to see if I can go downtown and get some
food, wanna come?" I asked.  "Word." Shawn replied. As I would soon find
out Shawn had a habit of saying word or shword for a positive reply,
usually meaning yes.  After a quick trip back across the road, and
introducing this perfect boy, Shawn to Craig we almost immediately took off
for downtown and would find our way to a local pizza shop for a quick bite.

We arrived at Tony's Pizzeria, the usual crowd was there, the jocks at
their table with their girlfriends, the geeks and the nerds at their
tables, and the drama geeks in the back corner. In this little town, even
though we all had our cliques, nobody really bothered anyone else, it was
almost like a little piece of heaven.

During lunch Shawn and I talked for what it seemed like hours on end about
why he moved to Richard Nixon trailer park estates, apparently his father
had died in a tragic car accident. He told me that his Aunt and his father
were having an affair and she had been giving him a blow job when they ran
a red light and were killed instantly by a semi-truck delivering trojan
condoms.. I thought it was all really ironic.

After lunch and our long chat I managed to pull my eyes away from Shawn to
glance at the clock on the wall, "Holy fuck, 2 o'clock already." I
thought. "Shit, can you believe it's two already?" I asked.

Shawn quickly stood up, pulled out a twenty and tossed it on the table.
"You don't have to do that, it's my treat." I said as a matter of fact.
"You can get it next time, consider this our first date."  He replied.



I think that is where I will end this part. I hope you enjoyed this.

As usual, any comments, questions, or concerns e-mail me at
BradCrandall2012@aol.com