Hard. Blood fountained from his broken nose and shattered teeth. He rocked backwards, then forwards as if time had slowed, then pitched over sideways,...taking a couple of chairs with him. The silence was back again. Everyone was staring at him with mouths agape. Two girls ran from the room, obviously to find a teacher of some description and the sound of their pounding footsteps receded until silence descended again. Dante was panting as rage crept up from the depths and he struggled to hold it. I was in limbo. Becky’s kids were flying in from their respective colleges. They didn’t know me from Adam. I had met her daughter Kelly once, but had never met her son. Becky’s mother and ex-husband were taking care of the details. I didn’t know either of them. I was… who the hell knows what I was, besides alone. The service took place a couple of days later. I arrived early and stood at the front of the church, watching the people pour in. Most of the people from work were there, but I didn’t. She couldn't help it, she let out a huge "Oh Shaun!" as her insides were about to squeeze onto his tounge but he pulled away, not giving her a chance.He then tugged off his jeans and boxers and she noticed he already had a condom on, she couldn't be bothered with asking him about it, all she wanted was for him to fuck her ready pussy but instead he grabbed nicole's head and rammed it onto his cock. She had no choice but to suck it, guessing if she did this he'd finally fcuk her. She wanted it. I threw my jacket on a chair piled high with clothes, kicked my shoes off and slipped my jeans to my ankles. They joined my shoes in the corner."You look good," he breathed."Bit of gym, cycling. Not bad for . . . twentysomething."A lie. I won't see thirty again."You done this before?" I asked him."No, I just masturbate watching them. Too scared. I want it really bad sometimes though." So you're not scared of me?" I laughed."Well, you look like a nice guy. I'm fucking scared now though." Don't.