Chapter 5Robert Dorincourt was charming and handsome, with thick, fair hair, the texture of which made my fingertips tingle, and eyes so blue they didn’t seem real. Even without the repeal of the law prohibiting homosexual acts, he would have had his pick of any young man in the city, in the whole of the British Isles, for that matter. Rumour had it even straight men were willing to acquiesce to anything he requested of them, and I…I was no different.
He had made me admit I loved him. He had been f*****g me senseless, and I shivered at the memory; I could still feel the ache deep inside me. He refused to let me climax until I had said I loved him, confessing to the unconfessable.
The last person I had said those words to had been Mama, just before she vanished out of my life. Father neve
