He was watching the television the whole day, eating cereals in bowls, with milk poured over them. Charles enjoyed cereal since he was a little boy.By...the time it was 2PM in the afternoon, Charles had gone back to his bedroom. He wanted to go online in his PC. He picked up his cell phone, curious if Ivy had sent him any text messages as he did not respond to her phone call yesterday or her text message last night. He checked the screen. He had five unread messages. All of them from Ivy.I better. When I tried to stroke him back to erection for "the next step" as I put it, he complained that I was hurting him!Hurting HIM!The short of it (there is no long) is that he couldn't even get it back up!And he didn't want to - he's done for the night!But chivalry is not dead - no - he'll gladly finger me all I want until I get my nut!Like I need HIM for that!"Just take me home," I said, afraid to add an apropos expletive, like 'dipshit' or 'you selfish, ungrateful, impotent faggot'!When I got. I guess maybe that had been our wedding night, really.Still. It was special here. The ocean was right outside the window of our suite. We wouldn't forget this beautiful setting, or the wonder of being together here, thousands of miles from anyone who knew us.Our first night there, Alice had been giving me unsubtle signals that she was intent on making our visit to Hawaii memorable. Anybody witnessing her behavior in the hotel restaurant, or in the seaside bar afterward, would never have guessed. Benny was right, they were going to have to tear it down to the studs. He kept looking over at the plant life around the place. He kept seeing more and more marijuana. He was afraid that they’d have to hit it with Agent Orange to kill it all off. The garden was a felony waiting to happen.When they reached the back of the house, Tim stopped to stare at the boarded up window. It was plywood and had started to splinter and peel from weathering. He said, “I take it they didn’t replace the broken.