"How old?"
"I'm old enough … see?"
"So you've got hair on your chest … that's old enough for me."
"We're not a bit alike, you know that don't you, Ted?" Paul looked him straight in the eyes. "There's no reserve about me. I lose my temper on the slightest provocation, flare up, and get so mad I could kill." He smiled, and pinched Ted's arm.
"That's all right with me … I may help you," grinned Ted.
"You want to get rid of me, scare me so I won't move in?"
Suddenly Paul rubbed his cheek against the other's. "I don't want to get rid of you," he whispered. "I just want you to know what you are going to have to put up with … but I don't want to get rid of you … I want you to stay."
"I'll take my chances … I'll stay." Ted kissed the lips close by.
"And I'll take my chances too," whispered Paul. He was about to enter a new life beginning with this moment. Tomorrow it would continue and the following tomorrows … who knows …
