And hungry. Hungry for sex. Hungry for touch. Hungry for fulfillment. Hungry for a little excitement. Just plain hungry. He dialed up the take-out pla...e down the street.He jerked awake at the dining table. The remains of an anchovy-and-mushroom pizza stared up at him. Must have nodded off. "These friggin midnight snacks'll do me in some day," he muttered.He felt a shiver run down his spine, and had the eerie sensation that someone was in the room with him. Im-fucking-possible. He was safe and. . hey, here's a personal one for you." Gimme," the big redhead said, effectively snatching it from his grasp. The was from one of her "contacts," a sister of a senior at Carson who occasionally shared a shower with Darren at their gym."This is crazy," she said, pulling her mane of red hair back behind her ears. "Says here that a bunch of girls from Carson High jumped into some vans and headed for this mall. Must be a protest thing, you think? Initiation, maybe?" I think I don't assume. I stood facing the mirror, and began to slowly stroke.I stroke in a way that I don't need lube, so I was going nice and slow, massaging my sack every now and then. Pre-cum was slowly dripping down my head, and it made the bottom of my penis slick as I rubbed. I was really getting into it when I heard a gasp.I turned around in horror, only to see my mother standing at the bathroom door. To this day, I don't know what she came home for, all I know is that the sound of the shower must have masked. My tone must have given it away.‎‎”You sound less than enthusiastic. I think I should just go home,” she said.‎‎”Okay,” I replied. I for sure wasn’t ready to let her off the hook for just showing up.‎‎”Okay,” she said walking out the door. I watched her all the way to her car.‎Something gnawed at me all evening. Since I had been paranoid ever since leaving the JOB, I had long ago purchased a bug sweeper. Those things came from five bucks to five hundred and more. The one I had chosen was well.