Henry's End - E-book - ePub

Dreams. I used to have them-before the nightmares started. I dreamed of nice guys, love.normalcy. Things like reading the Sunday paper in bed with my lover. But who needs dreams when your reality is filled with a string of faceless dominating men in uniform? Men that pack a thick bulge and are only too happy to satisfy your deviant sexual cravings. Me. That's who. And then HE walked through the door and shared with me, a total stranger, his intimate dream of love.  Damn him for verbalizing every single detail of the dream I buried long ago.
And now I don't know how I'm going to live without that dream.  Or him.