Groups of high school students wandered past in their cliques. The trades were blowing through the square, occasionally forcing everyone to grab their...hats. His attention focused upon two young guys, about sixteen or seventeen, wearing floppy shorts, jerseys, mostly black, and ball caps of one team or another, perched at precarious, but studied, angles on their heads. What attracted his attention was their eyes. He watched as a couple of pretty high school girls walked past the duo. Their heads. Well actually, there’s nothing in it. It’s empty and only now, as I walk through the house, I realize just how many things I still need to buy. I’ll probably just fill it with my old junk and make it look very much like my old house. Why buy a new one, you ask? Well, because I got tired of the old one, its spirits didn’t like me. Now don’t laugh, every house has its own unique spirit. I wonder what lies behind this one. Walking around the place, my eyes crawl along the barren walls, stripped. Enough light fills the room that I can make out every detail.“Stroke your cock, Derrick.”As I do, you lick your lips. A sigh escapes them.Eyes glued to my hand, you lift your left leg and place your heel-clad foot on the table. Your knee splays out, opening yourself to play.Your left hand slips down between your parted, wet thighs and finds your erect clit. Your right hand follows with the rubber cock.Your eyes go from my hand to my eyes as you ease the head of the toy across your clit.Your. Finally, there were footsteps, a girlish hand pulling back the door curtain, and then her face in the doorway behind the chain. ‘Alex, I told you not to call me anymore. I told you not to come here.’ She said. ‘Please Chelsea, I’m cold, freezing in fact. It’s been a horrible day, just for a cup of tea.’ I said supporting myself in the doorway, feeling the snot run from my nose. ‘Just for a minute, please, I promise I won’t make a scene.’ ‘Alex, its Christmas Eve, why tonight? Or I guess I.