He tied it as tight as he could manage without hurting her and cutting into her skin. Then he brushed the edges of the arrow’s wound with his finger...ips, as his other hand circled her elbow. His long slender fingers were loose but warm against her skin. They stood out even above the throbbing pain of the blood rushing through her arm. Her skin stung where his fingers touched no matter his effort to be as careful as he possibly could. She didn’t understand why any of them would help her. Why she. Again alcohol became my anaesthetic response to the problem, if only I had called Kylie and told her how I felt. That’s when the accident happened. The accident that would ruin and then save my life. What else could have happened to someone on a trail to self-destruction? Something was bound to knock me in my place eventually, but this… this was something every parent dreads. I attended a party during my term break, it was chaotic even for my standards. About one hundred people attended this. The one for your father was the best funeral either of us have ever been to. So many people we knew were there, and that thing that you, Ray, and Billy did near the end, where you each got up and told some stories about your father, that was so moving, and it was really funny too. You don't expect to laugh very much when you're at a person's funeral, but almost all of the people there were laughing too. When Ray talked about your father, it was the funniest thing. Did the three of you rehearse. I took Bobby’s hand and said, “Come with me, sweetie.” I led him into one of the empty horse stalls. I pulled him to me and kissed him as I pushed my tongue into his mouth. He responded as we pressed our bodies together.I stopped kissing him long enough to say, “I changed my mind, Bobby. I want to do it. I want to do it with you right now.” I’m not sure what had come over me, but I was desperate to get his cock in me. I was done with the teasing and guilt of going too far. I wanted a man to.