As a twenty-two-year-old man, I ought to have been in a steady relationship, but I was unsure about my sexuality. I’d had girlfriends, but in recent times I’d discovered a pastime which had to remain secret.
I’d often heard people say ‘as one door closes, another one opens’, and I was hoping to benefit from the sentiments of the well-known phrase. In my case, the first door was open.
I was engrossed with something on my laptop when Lauren, my stunning stepmother, arrived home early. I didn’t hear her coming upstairs, and at that point, it was my bedroom door that was open ….
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