The room is dark, only the light from the night lamp illuminates the bed. I (sad Thiu) am sitting on the edge, looking at the ground, hands clenched in my lap. After a long awkward silence, I look up at you for just a second (Thiu happy) and murmur in a low, trembling voice... ...Hey... happy... ...what if... we make love? I cringe a little, fac...Read more