I went up to my room, washed up and changed. It was fun – going through my sister’s underwear, her skirts, shorts and shirts.I decided on a pair o... blue shorts and a sleeveless green top. The shorts ended even before the middle of my thigh – they felt kinda sexy. I thought about wearing underwear but decided against it – putting on a bra was too much effort.So I took some money and went out in the midday sun – it was really hot. I walked down to the ice cream parlour at the end of the road and. ..Now we were wide awake, all mental functionality was at full capacity and the afterglow of hot sex had worn off all too quickly, and just like that, we had begun to regret everything.However, I didnt regret having sex, oh no, don't be silly, I only regret telling him “I love you”, I regret seducing my best friend and I regret making him feel this awful...He, on the other hand, was raised to believe that anything 'Gay' or remotely 'Homosexual' was completely dirty, wrong and looked down upon. I waited for a handful of seconds before trying again and for the second time, no answer came. That was very weird, at least one of them always greeted me when I got home. I tried calling out for my sisters to no avail. It wasn't unexpected that they didn't answer as they still had an hour of school left before they got dismissed. As I took off my shoes and walked into the living room I was greeted with an unfamiliar form sitting in the middle of the room, reading a large leather tome. When I. I went to the side of the grave and looked down and the vault lid was already in place. I didn’t know what else to do, so I started to play.The workers put down their lunches and began to gather around. I played out my heart and soul for this man with no family and friends. I played like I’ve never played before for this homeless man. And as I played “Amazing Grace”, the workers began to weep. They wept, I wept, we all wept together.When finished, I packed up my bagpipes and started for my car..