‘Well Sis, do you think it could be worth anything?’ ‘Caleb, I think this is a very special necklace. I don’t think you should try to sell it,...�� she said rather flatly. He didn’t notice her affectation, but her words surprised him. He was out five hundred bucks, and he was hoping to make a little of the money back. Maybe his sister wanted the necklace for herself? ‘Would she try to keep it?’ he thought. He felt a little nervous about it. I mean, she has never really given me a chance to doubt. Too much?" "No, I think I want more," was the answer in a shaky voice. Geoff retreated a couple of inches and then slowly pushed in again this time giving Jackson a couple of inches more. He had at least six inches inside of him and it was beginning to feel very good. Geoff slowly started to fuck Jackson. He was going slowly, being ever so gentle. "This is beautiful," Jackson said softly, "Keep going just like that." Geoff was trying to concentrate on his speed and the depth he was inserting. Right now, the only thing he had to cling to of the past was Regan. Her memory kept him pushing through his days. And he would not share her so easily. Not even with those who took him in and helped to take care of him. He would not share what little he had left of her. Leaning back with a sigh he glanced at the clock. Iris had spent many an hour today teaching him how to tell the time. She explained the differences between a digital clock and the one above the mantle. That one only had little. Bob remained in his boring job. Every day the same mundanecolor as the last. He lived out his life in solitude. Bob did not havemany friends. Considering he really had only acquaintances in his life thewords "not many friends" was a gross over statement. He returned home eachevening to an empty apartment and a passing of time marked ever so slowlyby the ticking of the clock in his den. He decided to wait to see if hewon the lottery before he tried out his third wish. Until, he won.