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brought a stranger into his home. It spite of knowing it was a bad idea, he did it anyway.
              He got the machine going but it was gyrating like a drunken salsa dancer banging against the wall. He sat on it, waiting for the cycle to finish. The phone rang. It was probably Aaron. As predictable as Old Faithful, Tennison thought. Aaron always called before leaving work. If Tennison answered it, he would have to explain the noise and since he never did laundry his explanation would seem odd. He looked at the knobs and dials for an off button. He let the phone ring. Aaron would be home soon enough.
              He straightened up the bedroom, scanning for any other evidence of his illicit activities. As he rushed around he knocked over a picture –  the glass shattered on the floor. He picked up the photo. It was from last year. He and Aaron were sitting on a carnival ride. It had been one of their first dates – a blind date set up by mutual friends.
              Aaron, with his thick wavy brown hair and icy blue eyes, was a strikingly handsome man with a squared-off chin, rugged features and perfect teeth in a perfect smile. The attraction had been immediate for Tennison. Whenever he looked at him he thought of the magazine ads for the Marlboro Man.
              When Tennison was growing up his mother would yell at him for ripping pages out of the magazines before she'd even read them. He would deny it emphatically. When he met Aaron it was as if he had walked right off of the page.
              He picked up the broken pieces of glass, set the photo back in the frame, and put it on the bed stand. Certainly Aaron wouldn't notice the missing glass before he replaced it.
              The sheets were now in the dryer and the bedroom back to normal. Despite his mild panic, Tennison languished in the adrenaline rush. While there was a thrill from sex with strangers, there was also a rush from the risk of getting caught. His history with Aaron didn't seem to matter in those moments and his guilt was already dissipating. What mattered to Tennison was the rush and then rationalizing his way through it.
              The dryer went off. Tennison pulled out the sheets and quickly made the bed carefully tucking it and folding it the way Aaron would. As he made the bed, it reminded him of when he fixed Aaron's sheets and fluffed his pillows during his brief hospital stay.
              Four months earlier Aaron was in a car accident. The drunk driver plowed into the driver side of his car. Other than a broken leg, he suffered only minor injuries. The cast had come off a few weeks ago and he was slowly gaining his strength back.
              During Aaron's week in the hospital, Tennison was by his side every night. It was right thing to do. It certainly had nothing to do with the handsome orderly on the same floor. Or, with Tennison's indiscretion with the orderly on one of his visits. If the guilt was overwhelming it didn't hinder Tennison. The taste of lust and rush of emotions was too powerful to ignore.
              Tennison heard the car in the driveway as it pulled him from his thoughts. He hopped on to the bed and lay across it – his eyes closed.
              “Hey,  sleepy,” Aaron said as he rubbed Tennison's leg. “Wake up.”
              He opened his eyes and rubbed them. “Hey,” he groaned. “What time is it?”
              “Time to get up,” Aaron went to the kitchen. “I brought home Chinese. I figured you were napping when you didn't answer the phone.”
              Tennison followed him out stopping to stretch. “Sorry about that.”
              “Honestly, they need to give you a more regular schedule. Sixty hours a week is killing you.”
              “It's