Peter's father was killed in a car accident when Peter was very young; Peter was left with his mother and his two sisters. Menstrual cycles were no se...ret to him, but there still seemed a mystery, something left to be experienced.Peter passed the old church and neared the traffic signal that served as a divider between the urban area of the city and his older, but well kept neighbourhood of middle-aged middle-class families who were well paid, but quickly drained by endless lists of bills and. It was almost midnight, and I had to get up for work the next morning. Walking out the door, a hand grabbed me. Her again. She was afraid. She needed someone to take her home. I felt mingled pity and disgust.Pity won. We made our way down Eighty-fourth Street under the harsh orange glare of sodium arc streetlamps. Where did she live? Some town on the Island. Long Island. Where the rich folks lived. What the hell had I gotten myself into?She wasn't a bad looking broad, maybe on the wrong side of. Wendy hadn’t touched him in weeks. She smiled down at him again, this time a little sadly he thought, like he was a sick puppy. ?You look so sweet like this.?Just then one of Wendy’s sons called up from downstairs. ?Mom???Give me a minute, Alex,? Wendy snapped, one of the few times Michael had ever heard her speak crossly to her boys. ?I’m with Michael. He’s dying.?Hearing Wendy say it like that so matter-of-fact and so plainly, as if this were all perfectly natural, seemed almost surreal. At. " Jackson said as he bit into his Hershey bar. `Mumm, oh this is sogood, better than a jerk off." Peter gasped as he licked his lips lickingoff the chocolate that was left there when chewing into his candy."You mean my spermies are not better than that Hershey's bar." Mikegiggled. "Well this is nice but your spermies are just as good as this."Peter hooted as he sipped his orange soda. Boys were rubbing their tummiesas the candy settled and soon the boys were asking for more." Sorry guysbut.