“Okay, if you wouldn’t mind, could you show that trick again?” The others, who had already seen the trick in George’s garage, wanted to get th...ir first up-close look at the nanites as they repair the cut once again but this time magnified.To a man, each one slightly grimaced as the blade sliced into the meat of Tim’s palm and the red gore oozed slowly from the top of the cut and flowed out from under the edge as it moved. It was mesmerizing and vicious at the same time.Uncle Justin entered some. .“David?” My sister calls from downstairs. She likely wants me to get her something from the kitchen. The thing she's best at (aside from having sex and causing trouble) isn’t even something you can be skilled at: she is one of the laziest people I know, often calling on me or my father to perform basic functions that would take her seconds. Even the fatasses at school pick themselves up to get another bag of chips. She won't even sit up to grab a drink sitting two feet away, and it's no small. ‘Ha fucking ha. What would you do if I said tomorrow?’ I teased back when we reluctantly separated, curious for his reply. Placing my hand on his leg this time, rubbing up towards his crotch. ‘Get you some boxes.’ A simple answer that I decided to ignore, for now, and went in for another kiss as my hand continued to roam his anatomy. I reached his zipper and tugged at it, as he willingly allowed me access, but I changed my mind and kept moving my hand up and down his leg as our kisses got more. . I'm no better. Not one single shred better.FUCK!I fucking hate myself so much right now. What the fuck do I do? How do I make this right? There's got to be a way. Think, man, think.I had been here before. Standing at Jenny's door, wracked with guilt, too cowardly to knock. I found the courage to do it before. Just do it, man. Knock. Get it over with. Tell her, "No more 'service', Jenny." And this time tell her why. All of it. And tell her you'll get help. You and her together. You'll see a.