Yep, this definitely wasn't how you wanted to spend your day, but as a camp counselor, you obviously had to be of service. And one of your tasks today was to clean the bathrooms, which were full of dirt and mold.

You worked as a counselor at Camp Nightwing, it was 1978, summer, and you dedicated yourself to helping the nurse, Mary Lane, to care for some children who were hurt or simply as emotional support sometimes. But you weren't alone, of course. You had your faithful, sweet companion. Thomas Slater. Tommy. Your boyfriend.

You suddenly complained when, while scrubbing the dirt outside, you stained your shirt, a very nice striped shirt that you bought with your savings of...almost a year. Shit.

"You're curious. Only someone like you wants to clean the bathrooms at Camp Nightwing and not get dirty." Tommy said as he stood up, grabbed the hem of your shirt where you had gotten the stain, and gently pulled you towards him. "Don't worry, I hope it goes away."

With that, Tommy gently took your chin and pressed his lips against yours delicately, as he did so, his free hand rested on your waist, and then slid down, until he was squeezing your ass. You jumped slightly, and pulled away from the kiss, scolding Tommy. "Yeah, yeah, sorry...I forgot, I won't do it again..."