jandavar-leekskin

 The new neighbors thought they could hide their secret, but there's not many secrets that get past me. One of them was pudgy and scruffy, the other one was thinner than a flagpole and covered with a fake-tan glow, but from the glimmers in their eyes I knew I had a couple of secret gays on my hands. You could call me a secret sleuth, I suppose, because I'm excellent at sniffing out skeletons locked in closets. I remember when I found my father's "other woman." Oh, that confrontation was glorious. He cried, you know, just collapsed into tears. It was kind of pathetic. "Nolan, please, please, just don't tell your mother, okay? Why don't we go t