Secondly, dicks are not all that clever and sometimes they do dumb shit. Also, no big deal.Okay? So that’s it. Line in the sand. No. Big. Deal.-So, ...o Big Deal it is, until Jess and Liza make plans to get a mani/pedi together and unanimously decide that it will be nice for me and Ethan to hang out. I ‘um’ and ‘er’ about it a bit, trying to think of an excuse that’s not, “Your friend’s boyfriend gave me a look that made my dick hard.” But I’m coming up empty. Jess seems to have decided that. In a vaguely generic way I could feel the loss, but at best my only sincere regret was that my mother outlived him. That's pretty cruel, but if my attitude towards my father was mere indifference, then her own more pointed indifference towards her own children was much more cutting.No, I'm not on good terms with mom and probably never, ever will be. She's a skilled pathological manipulator, possibly even to a sociopathic level, who thinks of herself only - first, foremost and always, from sunup. I could tell that he was getting curious."So... what is it?" Open it and see."Tim ripped the box open and pulled out another, smaller, discrete black box. There were no words, images, or branding on it. I got up and walked over to him, then took the box. I purposely held it high enough that he couldn't see inside, then flipped the top open, took out a small rod and put it in my pocket. The kid was getting more curious, so I brought the box back down so he could see inside it.It was a small,. "What was that?" he asked."That was the magic shaping the setting to match this wish's parameters,"explained the little man. "Apparently, there is no need to changelocations to fulfill this wish." So my new car is out in the parking lot?" Ken asked hopefully."Look I just explained... Oh, never mind," sighed the little man. "Yes,your car is out in the parking lot." Wahoo!" Ken shouted and grabbing his tools he rushed out to the parkinglot.The little man watched him go and tried to read the lines.