Worse it was the nearest thing to home Barris had left, he had abandoned it all in his pursuit of the impossible dream. Home, job, the hope of any so...t of normal life. All his friends were people like himself, acquaintances really, people he had met at conventions held for superhero fans. He hadn't had a real friend since the fifth grade when Calvin Hamilton had defended him from the bullies that had tagged him with that embarrassing nickname.He collapsed across the concrete-like bed with a. I wondered if her was jacking off, not many middle aged men stumble across near nude teenage girls, admiring themselves in front of full length mirrors.I had to help, 'Have you tried sellotape', I queried, she giggled and turned her upper torso to look at me, 'Sellotape', she repeated, her eyes full and doe like, 'Doesn't that hurt when you pull it off'.I shook my head, 'Only if you have hairy nipples', I smiled knowingly, 'You have great tits dear, you should be showing them'. I waited and. "No... no way." I shook my head. "You're wrong!" I didn't know whatto think as he stood nodding his head slowly. I looked down at them,they did look a bit puffy."Please Chris... wear the shirt." He again placed it into my hand. Ipushed his hand away and frowned."If what you say is true, I'll not give in to it!" I folded my arms tocover my chest. "I'll wear that IF... and when I decide that I should. NOT when you think I should!" I frowned at him for even suggesting meto hide my body. I am occasionally taken to task by Jan for baiting her prim and proper Mum by being too familiar with her. According to Jan she isn't used to it, but, to me it's a game where both Veronica and I spend the day scoring points off each other by masking abuse under a veneer of politeness. I get the feeling at times she enjoys it as much as I do as she can be very deadly with a politely worded comment that can be seen as a platitude or a vicious barb depending on your point of view. I get even with.