Neighbourhood Turnout

The summer after I had finished high school and was over 18 I was looking around to make some extra cash doing odd jobs, working part time at a store, whatever I could. The man down the street was moving out. We all thought he was gay. He didn't seem any different to us. I thought I would help him with the move; I thought I could handle myself if he tried any funny business. I was into girls, even if I didn't really have much experience, and hey, a job is a job. What I hadn't bargained for ...