I came out of the ensuite bathroom wearing the pyjama bottoms that Braden had leant me. His bedroom was tastefully decorated in a masculine style. Braden stood on the far side of the room, across the large and neatly made bed, looking out the window. On hearing me enter he turned to face me, he was wearing only boxers. Braden is a nice-looking kid with longish hair that sometimes flops over one eye in an alluring way and...