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Hannah was now flanked by two men in her family who had their faces glued to mobile media and were ignoring her.

But it was always locked and she did not know his password. Uncle Gilbert's IPad was now lying on Russell's bed. Eyes wide, she clicked on favorites and found herself in a website maze. Then, just as she was about click on an icon which would have revealed the IPad's true owner to her, she heard a sound. Her son was not going to be a homosexual if she could do anything about it. He sat back, expecting to be asked for a password which he did not know, only to be let right in, just as his mom had been. Russell, who knew his way around the internet a lot better than his mother, was astounded. Gay chatsites and gay dating websites were there aplenty. Quite a lot of correspondence, confirming recent meeting dates at local gay bars and public parks. Much to his annoyance, his uncle had used the name Russell in many of his communications. He walked back to his car with a mountain of worry in his heart.

Both Russell and his mom appreciated the gesture, but it was becoming a little wearying after six months. " Ten minutes later, Uncle Gilbert had collected his things and was gone.

"Good morning, Gilbert," said Hannah smiling at her brother-in-law. " Uncle Gilbert and Russell both lifted their eyes from their IPads and looked at one another.

Perhaps a little like Eva Longoria, slim, petite, desirable. Breakfast With Uncle Gilbert It was three days to Christmas. Everyone wants their cars fixed before the holidays. " Uncle Gilbert worked at one of the big car dealerships on Route 52 and often dropped in on the way to work for a coffee. "Take your stuff upstairs before you go, please," she snapped at him as he put on his trainers. He went up to his room and dumped his things on the bed. Russell did it when she nagged him, but he never did it quite right.

He had always liked his uncle, who had never been anything but kind to him. They'd just tell him he's normal, and put us in counseling. But if we don't he might burn in hell forever." The sisters stared at one another in dismay. After a long discussion about Russell, Hannah felt strong enough to return home and act normal. She watched his tight butt flex as he powered along the road, and the thought of another man all over him, pushing his revolting thing inside him made her shudder with despair and anger. The road was wet and Russell splashed through the puddles. A dark haired attractive woman dressed in a black suit got out, clicked the car locked, and without a backward glance headed onto the sidewalk. The Lexus eventually moved off in search of another spot. Russell moved away from the window and flung himself down on his bed. His mother looked Italian, but she was actually from Irish stock. The Lexus sat there for a minute and Russell watched with interest, wondering what would happen. He looked around the room at his high school graduation photos, his awards, and his University of Delaware posters. In his favorite picture of her she looked like an actress or model on the beach in her black one piece swimsuit. Cold on the outside, a raging furnace on the inside. But he was not prepared to be a prisoner in the house. Although it was her day off, the place still needed to be cleaned.

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