Mr. M greeted me at the door with a half-hearted smile and invited me in."Charlotte came for a visit yesterday," Mrs. M stated as Mr. M brought a plat... of cookies and a glass of milk to the table. "She brought along a young man from her school." Oh?" I feigned nonchalant ignorance. "Anyone I know?" I felt bad playing silly games with the Morrisons like this, but how could I possibly explain to them what I knew? How I had witnessed a part of the visit through the eyes of an ant while laying in. Sometimes I just feel like if we were to touch the world would implode from the energy building up inside of me.I was walking over to Julia's house because she wanted me to help her with some of her homework, and I wanted to see her. The closer I got to her house the faster my heart started beating, the heavier my breathing got, and the more nervous I got. I kept thinking, “She's my girlfriend's friend, she just wants some help with her homework that's all,” but I kept wishing it would be more. Including my real dad, and he wouldn't let on that it was his son shaking it up on the table tops. Just then, I told Ron that I was ready to dance, and that I wanted a chance to do it in front of my dad's crowd at the downstairs lounge.I was nervous, but also horny enough that I wanted to show off my stuff for this crowd. Again, whatever they were doing in a gay establishment, I didn't know, but I intended to make the most of it.The music was cranked up. Not too loud, just enough to make the. So did all the others. He looked at his watch before taking hold of his end of the dresser.“Ankush, just get the dresser into the bedroom, go to your office and I’ll put the drawers in myself, ok.” He was okay with that.The thing was heavy. Ankush was getting more annoyed with each backward step. I offered to go first but he said it was ok and after that I did not want to speak and interrupt his progress. I concentrated on holding my end up and staying out of their issues. Finally we had it in.