By Robmacz
After an electric afternoon in bed together Tom fell asleep and Chris took the opportunity to make a phone call to his special friend. It was a short call, for Chris had been planning this game for years and Tom seemed the ideal player. Chris’s special friend confirmed that he would be able to make the arrangements, but he needed Chris to do a couple of things first. So as soon as he had finished the call, Chris went through Tom’s suitcase and quickly found his passport. He photographed each of the pages and forwarded them in an email. Then he called Elliott, who told him that of course he would be delighted to provide what Chris asked for as a memento and would email it straight away.
His work complete, Chris took a shower and went back into the bedroom where Tom was still asleep.
‘Wake up sleepyhead, the cocktail hour beckons.’
Tom opened his eyes. ‘What time is it.’
‘Time to get up.’
‘I was having such a great dream.’
‘Care to tell me about it?’
‘Well basically we did all that we did this afternoon, but instead of being here in bed, we were in a jail cell. Man it was so hot.’