First night in Boston

Phew, we are back at the hotel after dinner at my father's house. The boy has asked to be tied up and is entertaining me by struggling with the ropes.

I had a couple of hours sleep when we arrived at the hotel. The flight was uneventful, I did manage to snooze a bit. The boy slept soundly, I had to wake him up. Immigration was fine, it did not take too long. Our hotel is near the centre, close enough to the station for tomorrow to go to Anyers, and my fathers' house. The boy went for a walk after we had arrived, I went to sleep. He treated himself to some Chowder, I had said we will most likely get some at my fathers' house, but he loves it. He bumped into a friend of his sisters' in a juice bar just outside the hotel. The friend had moved away before finishing Highschool and did not know his sister had died. He updated her on his situation and she was surprised to hear he was with a man. She said when they were younger her circle of friends always thought he would end up a lonely geek. Nice.

He brought me a juice, which was very nice. We both had a shower and went to my fathers'. They had organised the dinner for quite early, her children live in the suburbs, but work in the centre, so it suited them as well, coming to the house straight after work.

The evening was not too bad, the children (they are in their 40s), were typical American friendly.

We talked about our life in general and politics. My father had warned them we are not drinkers, but I had a glass of wine with dinner, I thought it might help me go back to sleep tonight.

Stefan just sent me what he found on the flat's security tape. He said it was mostly someone coming home and not switching the alarm off in time, but once it kept running. He sent me some extracts.

The non doctor German is a clean freak, much, much worse than Ben. He put a surgical mask on, latex gloves, then big rubber gloves,a big rubber apron and cleaned the kitchen with, what looks like, a bleach spray. Cut: everywhere, literally everywhere, got vacuumed. Cut to later, a plastic sheet over the sofa (!), and both guys sitting there in full rubber doll outfits, making out! I did not know if to laugh or, actually, I cannot find a word now. I do not get it. Now I realise what was so strange about them, they were very close shaved, very preened.

I had to release Ben, he had to change his bag. I'll show him the footage, I hope it will not give him nightmares, with his aversion to rubber.