Girls under the sheets, boys on top of the covers.Instead of going into Mom and Dad’s bedroom, she asked if I had room on my king bed for her to lay...down for a short while.April put herself between us, turning towards me, giving me a nice kiss!“Could I get a goodnight kiss, Michael?” she said.April glared at me, but I got out of bed, went around to the other side and attempted to give her a kiss on the forehead. She moved very quickly and it became a lip to lip kiss.“Mother, stop that!” April. Not so much of it. He puts his books back in the locker. Close. Slam. Now what? The party is tonight? Today is Friday? It was Joe. ‘Hey, so you going to go?’ He wonders if he takes a stapler hits it against his forehead with a note attached that read: NO! Would that be enough to get him to understand. Fuck parties. He had better things to do. Right? Read, watch TV, sleep, porn. All good choices he guesses. ‘Joe, listen carefully…no.’ I do not like party shows. I could not…Would not. I don’t. By now, I was content to just let him do his thing. It felt good. Then he slowly began to run his finger through my ass crack, getting closer and closer to my hypersensitive asshole. I began to squirm a little, which seemed to encourage the old man. His finger probed deeper, and he started to run his fingertip around my hole in circles. I was blazing hot, and let out a little moan, while my ass began to gyrate in unison with his finger motions. This emboldened him, and his stiff finger finally. Kiss. “We should go on a trip this summer.” Kiss. “Camping. I know you’ll keep me comfortable when we’re roughing it.” Kiss. “You can carry me as well as our backpacks…” Mary lied to everyone in the world by making her face up every morning, hiding the bruises and the tired lines, recreating the old Mary. She got very good with that fast, or so she thought. Perhaps people were just being polite. Nobody really wanted trouble if it could be helped. Either way, it probably didn’t matter as long.