He supposed it was time to come out of the closet. No, he was not a homosexual. He was fixing a light in the closet so he could see better. He always hated how black it was in there and he could never get a good look at his clothes. He finally got it mounted on the inside of the closet.
As he was leaving the closet he started to think back about his older sister and how he used to hide in her closet while her boyfriends felt her up. He did not know to this day if she was aware he was there or not. He believed she was aware but for some reason she just never touched upon it.
Here he was twenty-eight years old, single. He was regarded as free-spirited and cool-headed, reliable and worked as the head of the Speed Team, a special component of the Station Square Police Department (S.S.P.D.) that used high-speed race cars as police cruisers. However, despite his famous title, "The Speed King", he was only a normal man. He mowed his lawn or scooped up the snow. On the outside he seemed just like everyone else. But inside he guessed he could be considered a deviant of some sort. You see he slept with his older sister. Perhaps he should start from the very beginning.
His name was Sam Speed. He had one sister, Lindsey, who was nine years older than he was…
To be continued...
