... BOY!" He said the last word like it was the worst curse he could bestow.I heard pounding and rushed into the bathroom, to find him hitting themir...or with every bit of force he had cracking it. Then, like a puppetwhose strings had been cut, he collapsed to the floor and wept.I gathered him into my arms and held him tight."Please. Tell me what's wrong," I said."Daddy..." he said with a sob. "Make him go away. He's ... wrong."He was pointing at his own reflection in the cracked mirror.I had. I know guys like to give other guys shit, so I thought this was just his way to tease his two gay friends about being straight. Maisie was always a bit uncomfortable, but she knew how much I liked Joe and we didn’t fight about it. Relationships with people you love can be hard, and mine with Maisie kept being a struggle. Joe was always around, and I’d find him and Maisie in the kitchen with him getting a little handsy. I noticed once him accidentally brushing his hand over her tight little ass.. "Well, the T-shirt was kind of see-through, and the boxers were slipping down. I thought I'd tell you what a great view I had of an incredibly beautiful woman you are!"Jenn put her hands over her face, and, "Ooohh, I'm so embarrassed!" I put my hand to her cheek, leaned forward, and said, "Jenn, it's time to grow up. When a man pays a compliment, just accept it. You're certainly deserving, and more!" She gazed back at me, and said, "How can you be so nice?" My response was, "With a woman like. A lottery would be held. There was no sitting out. Hank Beckworth had only one rule at his parties: everyone had to participate in the lotteries. Everyone. Felicia would leave her last will and testament in the top drawer of the sideboard in the foyer, for the kids to find, just in case. ____They had been invited to another one. Again. The last big bash of the summer. Another evening of frivolity at Hank Beckworth’s Ipswich cliffside manse, where inevitably, one of the happy revelers would win.