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sharply to find Suzy staring at me, mouth almost hanging open, her eyes fixed on my hand covering my hard-on.
    This does not please me.
    Quickly, I walk past her and head for the bathroom. I need to get back in control, and there’s only one way to do that.
    I slam the door shut and unbutton my jeans. Freeing my cock, I jack off to the fantasy of Suzy on her knees before me, collared and willingto please me.
    Because that’s how I like my women.
     

     

     
    I stand there, looking at the shut door, and it doesn’t take a scientist to figure out what Garrett’s up to just now.
    When I saw him rubbing that pretty impressive bulge in his pants, I couldn’t keep my silence. It would have been too weird if I’d just remained frozen, waiting for him to get it on in front of me; but a small part of me is rather disappointed that he left.
    Mentally slapping my cheek, I walk slowly to the bar, grab a chair, and sit down. His coffee is sitting on the countertop, the steam rising slowly, and I shrug. It’d be a shame to let it go to waste, so I reach for it and inhale the aroma before tasting it.
    As I nurse the delicious drink, I wonder about my landlord, if that is even what I should call him. Why is he here? He’s somewhat older than I first thought, but it’s hard to tell with the long hair and the beard covering his features. I don’t usually get all gooey by the sight of a man, or maybe I do, but this one has me very intrigued – and kind of horny. There’s an air of coolness to him, and while the coldness in his eyes made me slightly apprehensive at first, the heat in them I glimpsed just now makes me wonder if there’s more to him than meets the eye.
    Rubbing my forehead in frustration, I frown.
    Why the hell do I care?
    I don’t have time to wonder about Garrett Thompson, or the softness of his hair, or how his beard would feel against my thighs, or –
    Stop right there!
    I breathe deeply and try to think of something less alarming – and sexy – and then decide to leave the apartment to go find the nearest newsstand. It’s probably best that I’m gone while Garrett finishes his…err…hand job. Less messy and awkward for the both of us.
    I have to find a job quickly. My savings are dwindling at at rapid pace, and if I don’t find one soon, I’ll be forced to call home to mum and dad, asking them for their help.
    That’s the last thing I want to do.
    I don’t need to hear any more I-told-you-so’s from them.

 
    I DON’T KNOW WHY I thought New York would make a difference.
    I’m still the same Suzy I was when I left Denmark three months ago; well, I guess I can say that I’ve learned a couple of new things, sexually, but underneath it all – all the noise, the smells, and the enormity that this city is – I have no new answers.
    I’m kind of learning to accept the parts of my sexuality that I’ve wondered about for so long, but I know I still have a long way to go yet.
    Hey, I’m only 24. There’s plenty of time, isn’t there?
    As I walk down the street, I remember how much I really do love New York. I wish I could stay here forever. The reality is that I need money, and fast, because if I don’t find a job, I’ll have to shorten my trip by two months.
    I’m not ready to go home yet. Facing my parents, their demands – their contempt for simply living a life that is different from theirs, is disheartening, to say the least.
    Shaking my head, I put on my favourite designer sunglasses and zip up my red leather jacket to keep myself warm from the brisk wind against me. The fresh air does me good, and my mood lightens automatically when I spot Safiro’s stall up ahead.
    “Hola, chica. Come give me a kiss!” he shouts when he sees me. He waves at me, and I pick up the pace, finally just running towards him.
    His arms open wide and I jump, not doubting in the least if he’ll catch me. He always does.
    He grunts as we embrace, and laughs, “Easy, girl!”
    Laughing, I give him a kiss right