~~~~~~~~~~~~End of Flashback~~~~~~~~~~~~

Of course. That’s why he didn’t want me to see the magazine – it was probably one of those. That’s why he over-reacted, that’s why he was being a drama queen. That was why he was acting weird – that was his secret. It also explains the football magazine – the content won’t have interested him.

I hesitate – should I confront him? He’s gonna be pissed if he finds out I’ve been in his room. Looking for my USB-stick won’t be a good enough excuse – nothing will be a good enough excuse.

“Bette!” I shout. “Come here, babe.”

“Why?” I hear her voice.

“I need you, just get your sexy ass in Ken’s room.” Okay, that sounds weird.

I hear some stumbling and some minutes later, Bette Porter is standing in the doorway completely naked. My mouth goes dry at the sight of her naked legs, her breasts and nipples…

“This one?” She asks me, wiggling her ass in front of me. I can do nothing but nod – I’ll never get used to just how hot she is.

“I may have to feel it, just to be sure,” I grin, drooling at the sight of her. She comes closer, takes my hands and lies them on the cheek of her ass. I softly knead them and she moans.

“Yes, that one,” I confirm.

“So, what did you need me for?”

I pick up the pile of magazines and show them to Bette. She frowns her eyebrows.

“Ken has these in his room?”

“Yep.”

“Why.”

“Well, that’s obvious… he’s gay.”

“You never told me.”

“I didn’t know until I found this.”

“Maybe he’s just curious?”

“Hello, look at the dates! They go three years back!”

“Alright, alright. So, are you gonna ask him.”

“That’s kinda where I need you. I’m not sure. He’ll freak if he finds out I’ve been in his room… but I wanna know as well.”

She drops the magazine she’s holding and snakes her arms around my waist, pulling me closer.

“Babe,” she says. “I’m sure he’ll tell you when he’s ready. You’re gay yourself, you’ll probably be the first one to know.”

I nod. “It’s just weird, you know? I had never thought… I mean, it seems so un-Ken. Anyway, you’re right.”

“Now, about those sexual favours.”

“I still haven’t found the USB-stick,” I say reluctantly.

She points at his window-sill. “What’s that, then?” She asks me.

I turn around and see the red stick, to my utter joy. “You’re awesome, Bette! I hadn’t seen it.”

“Too busy looking at dicks?”

“Oh, shut up. I only want you.”

“Show me,” she says in a low sultry voice. I lead her to the bedroom to do that.