..Yeah." Yeah," the boy laughs. "Been there, heh! I'm- I'm Mark, by the way." Ashley," I reply."Cute name!" Mark laughs, making me blush slightly. "So... you're aLondoner too? What part are you from?" Hammersmith," I reply."Leytonstone," Mark says. "You said you're here with your dad?" Whole family," I playfully sigh. "Mum, dad, three little sisters, onebaby brother. You?" Mum, dad, one little sister who's utterly obsessed with all thingsFrozen," Mark laughs."Yeah, I know THAT feeling," I. OMG! My tips shot up as fast as their dicks! Eventually, I moved on to letting them screw me. I guess psychiatrists would say I am looking for a daddy figure. Where better to look than my friends fathers. I dont have a lot of friends, ones my age that is. One fairly good friend is Susie. Weve known each other since 3rd grade. Her parents are divorced. She lives with her dad. One day, after school, I went to her house. We were going to work on a school project together. She wasnt there. Her dad. I just looked up at him with my green eyes, which seemed to be glowing because the whites of my eyes were beat red from crying, and nodded acknowledging that I understood what he was saying. It was getting hard to breathe with the sock in my mouth, and I'm pretty sure my face was changing color. The tall man looked down at me with a peaceful look in his face and with a soft tone said, " If i take this off do you promise to stay quiet?" Quickly I nodded, wanting fresh air desperately. He slowly. It would pass, but each time took more out of him and it is hard for a parent to watch the life of a son being flushed down the bowl. Susan dealt with James while I made some coffee. They eventually came into the kitchen. Grey. Grey faced and grey spirited. They looked as if all life force had been supplanted with mundane and nothingness. Another piece of me died and, once again, I turned to the sink and cried soundlessly. ‘I thought we might go out for a drive.’ I was trying to sound cheerful..