She called him at nine telling him she was fine. Conner got a third call around eleven telling him she had hooked up with a man. She said his name was...Charley. Conner laid his head back against the coach closing his eyes until he dozed off again. He woke and looked at the clock on the cable box again. It was three-thirty!He clicked off the television and stood up and walked near the front window. He looked outside starring at the empty driveway. Where could she be? She should have called. I started acting like I was looking at other movies, as I got my throbbing bulge close to her face. I only stood there for a few minutes. I wanted her to see how hard she was making me. I looked down and saw her looking right at my bulge. She licked her lips and went back to looking. You find anything yet, I asked. No not yet, its kind of hard for me to concentrate with that hard dick of yours in my face, she said quietly with a shaky voice. Sorry about that, I said. Don't be she said as she. On July 15th, 2018, he would turn eighteen years old. He would be sharing the party with his sister, Summer. The two of them had lived a rather undesirable life. Neither was popular with other people, did excellently at sports or athletics, or had many of the material things that were so common among their peers. Rather, they lived mostly on the internet in their own small worlds. They also rarely spent time with each other. It had just always felt more comfortable being alone.But on their. Once upon a time they all came from the Eastern Europe or Africa. What's your name, dear?" Tamara." Pretty name. Is that an Arab name?" It's Jewish. It can be an Arabic name, but I'm Jewish." Jews. Arabs. They're all the same aren't they? Is there much left of Israel now? I saw the news about it on the TV years ago. Tragic, isn't it? My name's Zoe. That's a Jewish name too, isn't it? But I'm not Jewish. I'm English. I'm thousands or millions of generations of English. My family was here before.