Neil opened his eyes to find himself lying on his side in another bed, in a very chilly room. This bed was a lot harder than the hotel one, with scratchy blankets - and was closer in size to an ordinary single bed. There were yellowish curtains over the window but they were thin, and the light was streaming through. The cold hand - who could it belong to?
Neil slowly shifted onto his other side to find Mr. Gilbert in bed with him. Gilbert was gazing into his eyes. I was wondering when you'd wake up", said the teacher. He took Neil's hand and rubbed it against his chest. Neil gazed at Mr. Gilbert's thick grey chest hair and wondered what had been going on in this bed. As in his dream, Neil was naked except for his towelling socks, while Mr. Gilbert was wearing a pair of boxer shorts. "I would just like to say thank you very much for last night", Gilbert said. Neil was trying to say something along the lines of "What am I doing here with you", but nothing would come out. His bum hole felt strange, kind of... open. He also found he could barely move, apart from wriggling about a bit in the bed.
"I always thought you and your little group of friends weren't quite as macho as you made out", continued Mr. Gilbert, sitting up and putting Neil's head in his lap. This was far freakier than being felt up by Paedo Kennedy. Gilbert was starting to stroke his hair now. Neil wanted to scream but again, nothing would come out. All of a sudden, he heard a rooster crowing.
