Tim squinted as the sunlight blocked his eyes for a few seconds. The paper read "Monkey".
"It says... monkey." He read, confused.
"This has to be a joke. Look, I don't know who hired you to be at this carnival, but I have to be honest- you're not very good at your job. You're not
even all that funny!" Ben said, grabbing Tim by the shoulder. "Let's go." He smiled as he led Tim to the attractions.
~Six hours later~
Ben and Tim left the park, grinning ear to ear. They had just ridden all of the rides in the amusement park, and most of them were just as great as
the two had been told they were. At first, Tim was a little worried about what had happened at the fortune telling booth, but he quickly forgot
about it. Nothing had happened to him. Nothing at all- well, aside from having one of the best days of his life. His heart was still pounding from
the large roller coaster they had been on prior to leaving the park.
They got into the car and started driving toward home, the low humming of the car moving adding ambiance to their occasional small talk. Ben
was driving, since Tim seemed to still be getting off a little sugar high or something. Every so often, Ben noticed that he would get a little more
excited than normal, a little more reckless. He only really acted like that when he felt like he had something to prove, and he really didn't, not
when they had been together for so long. What made him so jumpy? Was it that stupid mumbo jumbo that woman had said earlier?
Tim fidgeted a little in his seat. He had gotten to thinking about Ben, not quite like he did before. He loved Ben, sure, but he didn't realize quite
how much he loved him until now. His groin stirred a little bit, causing him to adjust his position again. The feeling just kept growing... he sort of
wanted to see Ben take of his shirt. Right now. Tim looked to the right, trying to keep his attention off of Ben, but he kept moving his gaze to the
corner of his eyes, toward where Ben was driving. A tent started to build in his pants, and he couldn't get it to go down. He quickly moved his
line of sight forward. Thank goodness, they were almost home. Maybe he could wait it out and come off cooler, instead of all obsessive like he
was now. But something down below told him that wasn't possible. He moved his hands over his pants to block Ben's line of sight. Luckily, Ben
seemed focused on the road, rather than Tim's pants.
The headlights hit the stones of the driveway as the car pulled into Tim's house. The lights were off inside, since only the two of them lived there.
Ben started to remove the keys from his pocket as Tim opened the car door suddenly, and began walking toward the house with an odd limp.
What was going on? Tim walked to the base of the house steps and fell to his knees.
What should Ben do?