Down to the fireplace he flew like a flash,to see something glinting, on top of the ash.A cheap-looking trinket, it hung from a chain,and Scrooge pick...d it up from where it had lain.The Medallion of Zulo, as it was known,would now briefly be his, and be his all alone.As he slowly examined this new-fallen thing,it brushed up against a much-treasured ring.Long had it been kept on a shelf near the fire,since Belle had returned it while riven with ire.Scrooge felt a strange tingling run right up. Down to a couple she just chose the one with the prettiest design and punched the number into her phone. The woman who answered sounded on the ball and sympathetic. They’d send Bob. He was on a job not too far away from her location. He should be there in a couple of hours. Two more hours! Time slows with the heat. She was sure of that. On a cool crisp autumn day in New Haven the moments used to skate by. Too quickly, in fact. She took a long shower and toweled herself off. Her hair could. I leaned down and kissed the top of her breast, pressing it between lips and hand."Oh, Jeez, honey," she said, "that feels good. Kiss my tit, honey. Kiss my nipple. It's hard for you."I used my thumb to pull her bra away from her breast, exposing the nipple. She was right -- it was already erect, sticking up firmly from the center of her aureole. I licked down inside her bra, stroking the side of her nipple. I reached in further with my tongue, turning my head toward her and catching the nipple. Oh who am I kidding, it was a bribe, a way of saying ‘Hey son, in case you were thinking of telling your father about me having sex with you last night, here’s an extra BJ, something you’d be losing out on if you told on me’. I walked into Andrew’s room and found him fast asleep with the traditional morning-wood-tent that virtually all young men wake up to. I imagined him having to masturbate every morning when he woke up, I laughed to myself “what a waste”. I lifted up the foot of his sheets.