Peter hadn't said a word to Traci all the way home. Hadn't even looked at her."I don't think it matters. The boy ain't got all that long to live." Pet...r hadn't said a word to me either. He hadn't asked for a ride, just climbed in with his sisters. And hadn't bothered to say thanks or acknowledge me in any way. If there's one thing I hate, it's being taken for granted.Traci smiled. I was kind of amazed that she still could. "Let it go." Can you?"Traci shrugged as she got out of the car. I got. All my attention focused on his hand holding my arm and dick got harder. ‘Before…’ I turn around and stare at him again finally losing all control over myself. ‘…This.’ I grabbed his head and f***ed it to my face, making him kiss me deeply. He was trying to talk, even trying to push me away but I wouldn’t let him. My tongue and lips were all over his mouth, and he finally gave in. ? Our kissing was much like my first time with Jamal, his hands all over me, and my hands all over him feeling. ”She squeezed my hand. “It feels like home,” she replied. “Before, I felt like we were always at ‘your place’, wherever that might be, but now I feel at home wherever we are together. I love you, Paul.”I kissed her. “I love you, too.”She snuggled into me and pulled my fingers to her lips for a soft kiss.“What do we have to do today?” she asked. “I’m assuming you’re not going to let me keep you in bed and just fuck you silly all day.”I laughed. “Much as I would enjoy that, I think your Mom and. That’s why I was going to force it; tonight, by my own hand.Then, would you like to change the lives of those you hold dear?I hadn’t expected another message.The faces of the two women I lived with—my aunt and my younger sister—surfaced momentarily from the depths of my selfishness, but I closed my eyes to them.Aunt Riley was getting by just fine without my help, and Jessie—You’re running away from it.—was better off without a useless brother like me. I selected “no” again.There was no third.