Don’t go there.”Yes, we have rules. We exchange some talk, but I seldom want to know what he is thinking.I pause and hold him gently. I can feel h...s hard cock throbbing in my hand as I gently squeeze his shaft.Dad fights to control his breathing, less panting, taking deeper breaths. He wants it, but he wants to wait for it more.We take it in cycles. I try to bring my father close to the edge and then let him calm down, close again to the edge, and back down, all without going over.I can see. .. oh in the closet."Thia knew it must be her clothes, her old clothes "Okay."But there was no answer so she assumed he left the room.She closed the water and stepped out of the shower. She opened one of the drawers under the tub and found some towels. She took one and dried off quickly thinking 'who put these here?'She opened another one looking for a toothbrush. She found some stuff that she knew belonged to Shane. They were organized neatly "I think no one ever used these things." She was. There was a problem with the signals and it was lurching its way slowly down the line, stopping frequently between stations. I had my eyes shut and was listening to my mp3 player, wondering how long the journey was going to take. Suddenly I was jerked back into reality; there was a lot of physical contact with other commuters but this was something different. Someone had their hand on my leg. I could see around me but no one was looking, I was surrounded by a sea of bored-looking faces. I tried. ? Pause. ?Tonight when I got home form work he a wonderful pasta dinner waiting for me.? ?Well that’s like you’re being taken care of, maintained. What makes you feel loved?? I stare out the window. The silence stretches between the three of us, palpable and thick, until I can’t remember the original question. Date: Fri, 24 Oct 2008 18:16:51 -0800From: provocateur@***.comSubject: Rats! I just lost my reply that I've been working on for 20 minutes now. Bastards!To:.