” I couldn’t turn my head and look at the guy, but I liked the sound of his voice. It sounded deep and raspy, like a 50s jazz singer. It had charm...to it, and that made me comfortable talking to him. “Damn kid, that’s rough. Between you and me, did you do it?” he asked. I paused for a minute. I shouldn’t incriminate myself, but I found it hard to lie to this man. He inspired honesty in me. It almost made me feel like I was acting out of character, but I figured it was probably the drugs.. The guys on my basketball team and the guys from gym class who's cocks I would sneak looks at while taking showers. I would jerk off to men's underwear magazines and then when I got my own computer I watched gay porn every night. I would always look at my step dad after he came from the gym, he and my mother had only been married for a short time and I swear I would catch him looking at me with lingering eyes but I thought it was my horny desire making me see things. It was towards the summer. Feeling a little more relaxed?”“A little.”“Here’s the place, now.”“There’s a little grocery, a gas station and the inn,” she remarked.“And, a handful of houses. The food here is really good.”“It would have to be to get folks to drive so far out in the country.”Holding hands they approached a podium and addressed the hostess. “Reservations for Brown,” he said.“Table for two ... Would you prefer a booth or a table?”Jason turned to Aja. “Table, don’t you think?”She nodded. “Yes, I’d prefer a. "Hey," he replied as he whipped through a double-play, shortstop to second to first, against the garage door. "How was the soccer game?" Two-two tie," I said. I caught his liner off the panel of the door and spun it back toward him off the same panel. "How's Kay feeling?" Leg's pretty good, I guess. Better now than when she got up this morning. I think she's downstairs now, anyway, watching TV with Jaimie."He threw the ball back at the garage door for me to catch. "Want to do something?" he.