I felt my cock stir a little, and looked up. He was staring at the wall, disinterested in me. He arranged his package as ifHe had fInished with a piss... I expected him to just walk away. I looked over, our eyes locked, and he took a half step back, holding his cock inside his shorts. I stared and looked up. He gathered the hem of his left leg and started pulling it up, exposing a small, soft cut head. I stepped back exposing my semi hard dick, and he looked at me, waiting. I reached over,. "You may move your arms now." I lifted them and watched her do the same,in unison with me. How was she doing this? I twirled them, trying tooutwit her, maddened at her following me, wanting to yell, "Stop it!" butmy voice was not yet given back to me. The woman's eyes took on a franticexpression. I touched my face, and she did the same. I touched my hair,pulled on it, followed it to its golden end below my shoulders, watchingher do the same, beginning to consider the unthinkable thing that. My skin began to crawl and shivers ran up my spine as my mom pulled the car into Aunt Etta’s driveway. Etta worked for DWP and her utilitarian wages afforded her a nice craftsman style two-story home. I had been told that Tina occupied the attic portion of the house.“Don’t give me that look boy, it’s only a week. I’m sure you’ll make it.” My mom forced a smile knowing that I didn’t want to go into that house.“I could be dead in a week.”“Stop being so damn dramatic and get your narrow ass in. .. ?With your designer t-shirt, your obvious muscles and your haircut, I just thought, you know,you were a male model or something, too cool to be a, umm, a geek...? AsMac speaks, even though I know it?s intended as a compliment, I can?thelp but feel my tension levels rise as every word he says is a word thatwould make my mother increasingly proud...?Yeah, well, I?d have thought that being on Robot Wars was a clue,? Iretort, making my friends chuckle, which thankfully eases my stress.