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The boys take their mothers in front of the looking glass.

"No," I shook my head. I am not some prostitute.

But then I thought, "Well he did just ask me to get naked so he could take pictures for his stylist." I'd gotten hard on my own. He didn't ask me to. He also didn't try to touch me. He didn't stare at me like some perv. Maybe I really had misread the whole thing.

"Stupid Lincoln," I whispered to myself. I was the one who mentioned the gay thing. I totally embarrassed myself by misreading the situation. I'd promised to go with whatever his cultural norms were and here I was acting like some hick from the sticks the second he asks me to go outside my comfort zone.

"Fuck," I whispered and checked around me to see no one had heard my cursing. And he still wanted to give me a second chance. He'd even offered to take care of my family's financial situation. He hadn't asked anything dirty of me. I was so stupid. I slapped the envelope against my forehead and the seal broke. A few bills fell out, hundreds.

"Holy Shit!" I exclaimed, this time attracting a disapproving look from an old lady in the other aisle. "Sorry ma'am!" She grunted at me and went back to her novel.

I pried open the envelope and tried to discreetly count the bills. There were twenty crisp bills in there. They couldn't be real. I didn't even know what a hundred dollar bill looked like. Paired with the five that had fallen into my lap that made $2,500. I looked around again, this time checking for thieves. I stuffed the envelope back down into my backpack so I could look at it more discreetly. Next to the hundreds was a piece of paper.

"Happy birthday, Lincoln. Tomorrow your world explodes," it read. Below it was his signature in thick, black ink that looped in eloquent cursive, "Samir Mohammed Hamad."

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"No way," my dad said when I got into his truck and signed all that had happened. "That just doesn't sound right."

"It is, dad," I assured him. "He wants me to start right away and..." I didn't know how to explain it honestly. It really didn't even make sense to me.

So I lied, "He said they are desperate for people who can interpret sign language. Apparently it's a big deal in the middle east." I felt a stab at my heart for lying to my father and even worse for doing it so easily.

"Well thank God I'm deaf! 45 years later it finally paid off!" he signed with a laugh. I saw a tear form at the corner of his eyes. "I knew you would be ok. I knew you would make me proud. I knew you were the one I wouldn't have to worry about." He sniffed back a few tears. I don't think I'd seen him cry in years.

"Aww dad, no don't cry. We're going to be ok. I'm going to make sure you don't have to break your back trying to give us a nice life. This money is for you. We can pay off bills and the rent for the trailer. Maybe we can get a nicer one! He says I will make a lot of money and he can have some sent to you each month." I was signing a mile a minute as we sat there in the station's commuter lot.

We went and filled my dad's truck with gas. I don't think the gauge needle remembered how to go that far. He insisted that we stop somewhere before heading back up into the mountains.

"It's your birthday, Link," he signed, "You need to buy something for yourself. Some new clothes maybe." He was so proud of me.

We went to a department store in the mall before leaving Valencia. I picked out two new shirts. One was a blue v-neck shirt with white stripes across the chest. It fit me snugly, showed off the pecs I had worked hard on at the school gym this spring. The other was more for business. It was a nice button up with almost the same blue color as the one Mr. Hamad had worn. It certainly wasn't as expensive.

I got a pair of jeans that were the right size and then I picked out two new pairs of flannel boxers. I knew I would torch the old ones when I got home. I'd spent enough but my dad insisted that I also get shoes. I was just going to look to make him happy, but I found a nice pair of blue deck shoes. They would go with the two shirts I had bought.

We stopped at the grocery sto

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