That evening, when I had finished the amount of work I decided earlier I had to get done I wandered into the kitchen where Jeff was working at the tab...e. I sat down on his lap. I put my arm around his neck. I didn’t say a word. ‘To what do I owe the pleasure?’ ‘You’re my guy. I want to spend some time with you.’ ‘But you’re just sitting here.’ ‘With you.’ He thought a moment, smiled, turned us from his computer and kissed me. I kissed him back. It lasted a few minutes. ‘How about we go to bed. I drove along the streets of New York City, feeling stupid and irritated and trying to calm myself. Why would anyone drive in a city like this? It would be faster to walk. But my job contract clearly stated that I was supposed to drive a ‘nice car’ to work. I guess it sends a classier message than showing up by subway. Traffic was horrible, but since Mr. Madison had the foresight to send me off early, I arrived shortly after practice had ended. The coach was supervising the cleanup and half. I knew that fear well.Alex had been crying. Tears stains tracked down his face from his puffy, red eyes. He lay like a rag doll; his legs that I held up by his calves were like rubber. The colonel watched like a hawk stone-faced and stroking his cock, I sensed that he was judging me; waiting amused to see if I would follow through with abusing the whimpering boy. Our eyes met for only a second or two, during which, a single nod so faint that I might have missed it, implied his will on me.No. Mick wasn't used to seeing the irreverent Cat in such a state and asked what waswrong."My, my father," she said between sobs. "My father is about to die!"Mick pulled her into the room and sat her on the sofa. He let her cry for amoment while he made some tea. He brought her a cup and gave her time to composeherself while she had a sip."Thank you, Mick," she said. He had never heard her sound so sober."I just got a phone installed in my apartment and I decided to call my father'snursing home in.