Meanwhile, with those bulging jeans and the heat radiating from Michael’s body so close, I couldn’t help thinking about the ‘old days’ and sharing a bed with him. After a meal with my parents, we went up to my room to listen to my hi-fi. Eporner Michael’s suggestion that we change into our pyjamas could be taken quite innocently; on the other hand, now that fate had taken a turn in my favour, my mind was racing. Silently, uncomfortably, I lay there, desperate to gasp for air but having to hold my breath, until Michael rolled onto his stomach. We carried on playing cards for a while but my heart wasn’t in it. But as soon as he saw us, he stepped forward, extending his hand politely to my Dad and then, quite to my surprise, he dropped his bag and grabbed me with both arms in what I could only describe as a ‘man-hug’.
