There were copious amount of white sticky jizz everywhere. "Just great" he mumbled "now moms going to think I was jacking of again." Charles Adams, or...Chuck as he thought of himself, had finally had enough."Damn it" he thought "I'm 35 years old I shouldn't have to worry about my mother finding cum stains in my bed." But he figured this is what happens when you live at home. As he left his childhood and now adult room and tromped down stairs to the kitchen, he again lamented the fact that he was. As soon as we reached our floor, I asked her whether she could come to our flat also ,atleast once a week for the jobs.She could very well read wot was in my mind and without even replying she just went and knocked on my neighbour’s door. I went straight into our flat and started looking her way standing behind the main door of our flat. Before getting into our neighbour’s flat,she turned and looked towards our flat which kept my bulge intact.I called up office and informed that I would be late. Ennui in its purest form of tedium, lethargy and world-weariness invaded his being. He wished he was somewhere else, anywhere else. A huge mural took up most of the wall in front of him. The hotel background movement of people, luggage, carts, serving trays and hubbub were a blur. He took a few slow steps backwards to get a better perspective of the mural. It had been painted years ago for a something-centennial of the American Revolution. Planners moved it to this plush hotel to honor the. "Hey! Stan and I met each other over at the lounge the other night,and I knew then he was gay! Sorry Stan, but the way you were trying to hitup on me that night, it was pretty damn obvious! So, this morning when Isaw you two showering together, then leaving the area with your hands allover each other, ---hell, I knew it was gonna be play time. My big shockthough is, that Darrell's involved. Jay, I thought I was kind of shockedwhen I saw you, leaving with Stan, ---but I sure never expected.