Silence and tension filled the air. The sound of closing windows could be heard. Some of the good citizens of a hundred and ninth street did not want ...o get involved. “What the fuck?” he stammered, the cigarette falling onto the pavement. “You touched my shit.” He moved, fists clenched, towards Rosanna but before he knew what had happened he was face down on the sidewalk, and Rosanna was sitting on his back, pulling his head by his greasy hair. “Sanna!” Solace screamed, but Rosanna was in her. He called me out, we cut the cake and fed each other a little.Then he gave me the gift. It was a smartwatch. I liked it. Still, I said I was hoping for something more and looked into his eyes. He said,“You will get that too, Zee” and winked with a little smirk on his face. That wink was a signal of what was about to come! Oh god, what would I give to have that smirk and wink together a month before?! Probably everything!I jumped on my brother and hugged him. I checked the smartwatch which he. I took it out and kept stroking it in front of her. I then opened her legs and was able to get access to her pussy by sliding off her shorts and panties. I tried to rub it lightly, but she looked at me and shook her head and then went back to her conversation. I went into our bedroom and dug around in my dresser and found an old butt plug that some long ago girlfriend had bought. I then got Judys KY Jelly and returned to where she was sitting. I again stood in front of her while she was talking. There had been the scrawny, freckled girl when I was twelve. The girl who had taught me how to play my body. She had taught me the miracle of lovemaking. She gave me this shattering feeling that had enslaved me at once. But the girl had left soon and without a word. She left me behind with a craving I could not fulfil. No one cared to share it with me.Oh, in some circles I was popular. But what's in a word? For the pimpled nerds I was popular. For the shy closet gays I solved a problem. I was.