Despite herself, Consuela laughed. Helga grinned and lay down again, and they kissed for several minutes until they dozed off. Fifteen minutes later ...onsuela woke up. She looked over to see Helga watching her. “Do boys always do that?” “Only the really good ones,” Helga replied. Consuela was swept with guilt, but she could not forget how intensely Helga had pleasured her. “I think it’s time you learn what it’s like when a boy does that,” she said, and began unbuckling Helga’s belt. Helga. Learn my name." Your name is Patrick. Patrick Scott Hollister." No. Real name." You've got it wrong," I said. "He wants to visit the nungungi; he was a Red Kangaroo at Jacky's wedding. Am I right, Patrick?" Yes. And I learn my name." Do you have any idea?" I asked."Bilbie? Goanna? Emu? I don't know. Nungungi know. He tell Patrick." That's beyond me," Weena said."It makes sense. You know, I've read that in many cultures children weren't given names until they were around three, because so many. " Again Gwen was confused, one part of her was really thankful that her son wouldn't take pictures of her breasts, but the other part of her felt a little disappointed that he didn't want to see her like that, and his voice sounded so disinterested. She slowly lifted her top over her head and dropped it on the floor. "Now look over your shoulder at me and use your finger to call me closer, then slowly walk towards your bathroom." Gwen tried to give him the sexiest look she could imagine as she. His mother took her own life a year later and Adam’s father had up and left, sure he would never recover. He drank himself into a burning darkness that he soon destroyed with a bullet through the temple. Seeing as how he didn’t remember them at all, he couldn’t manage to feel bad about losing both of them, the only feeling he could muster was a kind of faded empty want. If his father had held on just a little longer then Adam would’ve at least had him, but even that knowledge was faint in the.