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Paralysed Faggot

... jealous. You player Scotty!" Tim joked and smiled sweetly as he wiped my messy stomach with a cloth. "Sorry Tim," I blushed. "Don't apologise dude. It's only natural. Do what you gotta do." "You've been so good to me," I said longingly, "I feel I must reward you." I let out a long breath of hot air before I proposed a most comprising plan, "If you and this 'Michael fellow' ever want to spend the night together; feel free to use this main room and the house at your entire disposal. I can sleep in the back room for a change." "Really?...Oh...Scott..I couldn't do that," 19-year-old Tim said gracefully. "Really, its no problem at all Tim." I said happily, "As a matter of fact, you will be hanging out with Michael tonight wont you?" "Ummm yeah," Tim said. "Well then," I concluded, "That settles it. When you get home after hanging out with your group of friends; you two love birds can have my room and Ill be in the back room out of sight, sleeping." "Scott...are you sure about this? The bed back there is much smaller and I don't feel comfortable taking you away from your room. " Tim sounded awkward and made out that he didn't want to intrude. However, I could see it in his eyes, he really wanted me out of sight, and for him to have my two-story luxury home to himself for the night. "You deserve this Tim," I said a matter of fact, "Its just a matter of changing a few sheets, swapping over a few personal items and leaving the bed and furniture the way it is. It won't take you more ...

... than five minutes. That bed in the backroom can't bed two people after all! Please let me do this favour for you." "Ok," Tim said with a crooked smile, "If you insist." "Don't worry about changing over everything now," I said, "You can do it after you get home from collage and are preparing the night with your friends." "Thanks so much, Scotty" He said and giving me the most sweetest smile before kissing me on the forehead. That was its own reward. "Oh, and one more thing. Don't worry about introducing me to Michael or telling Michael who I am. I will be too tired anyway. Michael should at least understand that I'm a dependant who needs his sleep." "Sure, of course," Tim said respectfully and turned to get ready for collage. Tim was ignorant of the fact that I had the house rigged up with bugs and tiny camera's. I invested a lot of money to set them up with my wireless state of the art laptop computer. The reason being was because I suspected my 'past lady caretaker' was stealing stuff in my house. I had people set up the camera's while she was off shift. I was correct, she was stealing. I saw her with my own eyes on my laptop through the camera's I had set up. I fired her and shortly after hired Tim. It was the best thing that could have happened to me. I was now going to use the equipment again, but for an entirely different, more pervy purpose. 4. Tim departed for collage and I didn't expect him back for another five hours or so. He usually got home between midday and 2pm. ...