Then I started cooking my Sunday morning fry up. Well, burn-up really; I'm not much of a cook. Sausage, eggs, bacon and a fried slice. I wouldn't get ...he fried bread if Stella were cooking it. "That's pushing it," she says.I was sitting there enjoying my feast when something caught my eye. The bottle of tomato Ketchup I had just got out of the cupboard. The new bottle of tomato ketchup I'd had to open, because I'd finished the last one on Friday night after we got back from doing the weekly. M. they weren’t there yet. So Mary and I just sat in the car and waited for them. Mary said she was feeling a little better now that the time is getting closer. She said she also was getting excited because she had never done anything like this before. She never had sex with more than one guy at a time and never did any of the things that they wanted her to do. A few minutes later here comes a car with the two guys in it. IT’S SHOWTIME. Mary and I get out of our. A part of me wanted to see the action. I tiptoed upstairs in the dark. My mom’s door was closed. The moans were orgasmic now. I can hear the squeaking of the bedsprings in my mom’s bed. I slowly felt around for the doorknob. My dick was becoming harder. I discovered the doorknob and turned it slowly. Once the door was open, hot air hit me in the face. The vocals of my mom were no longer stifled by the closed door… they were as loud as ever. I looked inside my mom's room... one little nightstand. Still, I had him for the first month. I would take what I could get and enjoy it.It was a wonderful month. Just wonderful. And it flew by. My promise to play a Bösendorfer, a wonderful piano, for Artie at Ocean Music changed my life. That night I didn’t play for Jadok or Artie or the rest of the curious. I played for Michael. Artie called him my man and it gave me goosebumps. I hardly remember the interview for TV or my conversation with anyone else. Just Michael. The rest didn’t matter. Later.