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other.  Then, Tony placed his right hand, palm flat, fingers stretched out, on his side of the glass.  Wally mirrored it with his own hand.   A few tears trickled down Tony’s cheek.  His chin trembled a bit. This was the only connection they could make for a while.  Tony wasn’t eligible for contact visits, yet.  When he was, the visit would go to his mother.
    “Don’t cry on me, Tony.  It’s going to be all right.  We’re going to be living together.”
    Tony managed a smile.  He caught a tear with a finger of his left hand and gently placed it on the glass.  Wally put his finger on the glass pretending to catch the tear.  Then, he moved it to touch his lips.  He placed his finger back on the glass.  Tony did the same thing.  Not a word was spoken.   Two minds were harmonizing in hushed refrains of longing, more eloquent than all the syllables either could have sung alone.
    Tony was the first to break the silence, “When I get out of here, I’m going to your place and wash this jail off of my body.  I’m going to take a long, hot bath. I’m going to use some of that great-smelling soap and shampoo of yours.”  Tony stopped to ponder something.  “Will you bathe me, Wally?  Will you take a washcloth and wash me, all over my body, even my precious parts?”
    “Precious parts?” quizzed Wally.
    “Yeah, to most people they’re private parts.  But to you, the man I love, they are precious parts.”
    Wally tried to suppress a chill of delight.   
     
    Tony went on.  “When you get through washing me, I am going to stand up with all my glory right in your face.  And, I’m going to let you wrap me in a big beach towel.   You can put your hands all over that towel.  You can pat me dry. . . .You’re so good with your hands.  Oh, yes. . . .Guess what we’re going to do after that.”
    “What?” asked Wally softly
    “First, I’ll shed the towel.  Then, we’ll get under the covers together and . . . you know, kissing and all that stuff.  I’m going to drive you wild with my kisses.  You like my kisses, don’t you?”
    Wally closed his eyes and pondered for a moment.  Tony was adept at making promises–lusty, delightful, mind-blowing propositions–that guaranteed the world and half of the moon.  But, he had a miserable record of keeping them.  Wally hoped that, somehow, there had been a change.
    “What are you doing with your eyes closed, Wally?” 
    “Just thinking about how nice it will be for you to live with me.”
    “I almost forgot,” said Tony, “there’s something else I need to talk to you about.  My mom’s friend is going to take me to one of those car dealers that does their own financing, so I can get a better car to drive back and forth to work.  It’s one of those places where you make a down payment of  $1500 and drive away the same day.  You can even do it if you have bad credit.”
    ”What kind of car did you plan on getting?”
    Tony replied, “Something sporty, that will make a statement.   Mom has six hundred dollars to give me.  I have two hundred saved.  I want to know if you can get seven hundred.  I promise I will pay you back.  I must have reliable transportation to work.  Will you try?”
    Wally didn’t answer immediately.  He was turning this over in his mind.  Seven hundred dollars would just about wipe out his savings account.  But, if he didn’t give Tony the money, if  he didn’t show his trust and take a chance, then Tony might go somewhere else.   All the plans of living together would be gone.  Gone!  Wally had never had a partner.  He wanted this so much.  Tony would be perfect.  They were comfortable with each other.
    Being his usual gullible self, showing a total lack of good judgment, Wally replied, “OK, I will do it.  But . . . seven hundred is all I can get.”  Wally’s stomach sank.  He was being used, just as Dorinda had said.
    “Thanks,” said Tony.  “I am glad somebody has some