Chris has enjoyed a life filled with love and acceptance. With his extended family close by and working on his small IT business, he is confident with himself and in his surroundings. Both men’s world collides at a chance meeting while attempting to assist a young mother and child. With that first awkward encounter, both Terry and Chris know their lives would never be the same again.
This carefully crafted and highly emotive story follows Terry and Chris as they take their first tentative step toward building a new life together.
Terry’s demons are never far away and when things in his life begin to unravel once more, he is thrust back into his worst nightmare. Can he allow himself to become vulnerable in the face of Chris’ love and learn to trust him, and their relationship, allowing them both to move on to the life they both desire and deserve?
TERRY STOOD IN the queue of the Helping Hands Drop-in Center, waiting for his breakfast. His mind was on the resume he’d prepared the night before for the employment agency he’d joined two weeks ago. He was grateful the doctor for the homeless community and the Helping Hands Center had referred him to the charity organization, which helped homeless people get off the streets. The organization had helped him find a place to live, and once he’d settled into his room, they had referred him to an employment agency.
Terry had been amazed at how everything had fallen into place; however, he also felt nervous that once he’d re-established himself in the community, he’d somehow fail and find himself back on the streets again. That thought gave him the shivers as he stood waiting for his breakfast. He was so lost in his thoughts that he nearly jumped out of his skin in fright when he heard John’s loud voice calling out to him, “Morning, Terry. You still have that room, mate?”
Totally forgetting his worries and his past, Terry spun around and saw John grinning at him, his small frame almost lost in the queue. John’s curly gray hair surrounded his slim, wrinkly face, enhancing the wise appearance of the elderly Aboriginal man. He loved listening to John’s tales from his younger days, about his culture and tradition, whenever he was lucky enough to catch him talking about his life. The rumor was that John had turned up in Perth after a long walkabout in the Noongar region, which was the entire Southwestern portion of Western Australia. One day, he had come to Perth and decided that it was a good place to stay for a while. What he liked the most about John was the way he made those around him feel like they mattered. The old man always listened first, then responded. Terry thought it was hard not to smile back at the old man, no matter how stressed you felt.
“Morning, John! Yes, I still have it, and I got a case manager at an employment center to help me find a job now too!” Terry spoke a little louder so John could hear him.
When John heard him, he saluted Terry with the ubiquitous ‘thumbs-up’ and shouted loudly enough to show his hearing really was failing, “Good on ya, mate!”
Ever since Terry had lost his partner, Paul, about two years ago, he’d fallen into the dark depths of depression, the same depression for which he was now under medical supervision. At first he hadn’t been able to shake the disbelief that Paul had been taken away from him by a damned drunk driver, then he began to feel an intense loss and grief. In those early days, he had dreaded coming home because Paul wasn’t there to coax him to try one of his healthy concoctions. Terry had never thought he would miss marinated tofu on the barbecue, or tasteless eggplant that resembled an old man’s shriveled dick. Paul had loved growing those tiny, malnourished looking eggplants. The bastards never grew well in the pot, but his man was adamant, so they kept trying. Paul just wouldn’t give up on his dream of having a veggie patch in flower pots.
At nighttime, Terry had slept on his side of the bed, holding the singlet Paul had worn the night before the accident, smelling it tenderly; but after a while, the scent disappeared…then his grief had turned to anger. After that, Terry was lost in his resentment, especially when the drunk driver got a pathetic sentence that seemed to make a mockery of Paul’s life. Terry hadn’t been able to function as he used to, so after a while he lost his job, and shortly after that, his home too.
She visits her family in Turkey regularly and travel to other countries like Singapore to visit the other family members.
She is blessed with three grown up children and a furry child, JJ Basil.
Lily Adile’s focus in her GLBT stories are on mere mortals because she believes that love is universal. Her mortal heroes are not rich, famous or incredibly handsome males with six pack bodies… rather they are just everyday men who work hard and deal with whatever that life throws at them.
Lily Adile is against bullying in any form. She is actively involved with Marriage Equality and stands by the same sex couples who want to have children. She believes that primarily, a child needs a loving, protective home.
Lily’s biggest regret is not studying English formally because writing stories, consequentially, takes much longer. She still gets there of course, thanks to her bevy of loyal and supportive beta readers, editors and wonderful friends.
Lily especially thanks her husband with all her heart for his endless patience, love and support. He is the love of her life and apple of her eye….he is the home she goes to at the end of a hard day at work.