We eat Mum's lasagne and Dad suggested he 'start the journey as soon as possible because he had to drive to Watford and get back'. He was waiting on c...ver for Mum in the surgery because she was going to be away for a week. Mum didn't stop talking, telling me about the food in the freezer and how to cook it. Dad looked at me, raised his eyes and smiled; he virtually pushed her in to the red Renault car that hardly ever left our drive. He walked over to me, kissed me on my forehead, and told me. Cheryl threw up her hands to ward off the blow. It hit her left hand full on. She heard the sickening sound of breaking bone. But the vase still connected solidly with Martin’s head. It was a shattering shot, through Cheryl’s upraised left hand right into the back of Martin’s head, just behind the ear. Martin collapsed to the floor. Turner stood over Martin. Still wielding the vase he laughed. ‘So it goes for our one time hero.’ Cheryl was desperate. She knew her hand was broken, but if she. I was a good looking guy and had no trouble getting dates. I was able to get stimulated enough to do the dirty deed with several cheerleader types but I can't say I enjoyed it. I was beginning to think I was going to end up as a monk at some far off remote monastery when something clicked.Although none of the guys, or my self, was gay, we decided to go to the "city by the bay" for the annual Gay Pride Parade. We were trying to kill time and felt it would be a lot of fun, not to razz or pick on. Deek lives off Washington near the river so we had a good 20 minute drive with traffic. We didn't talk for a while."Ronnie, is that all I am to you?" I asked. I'm not sure where it came from, but it was a valid question."Whatcha mean?" A whore. A fuck toy for anyone with enough money to pay for it."He turned to look at me with his infamous snarl. If looks could killI would have been dead on the spot. I immediately regretted asking the question.In the almost six months I'd known him, he's.