Candy giggles as we hear a gentle tinkling sound and daddy gasps."I don't believe you're doing that!!" Pass me your glass, daddy," I laugh. "Then you'...l believe it all right."He passes his glass over too and licks his lips as I fill it almost to the brim with my lovely, warm, golden piss.Candy's gets topped up as well and we all laugh as we raise our glasses."Cheers," we say in unison and we drink a toast to ourselves.It isn't very far to our house from the pub, but we skip in front of daddy. If your reading this, I'm long dead and this can be assumed to be my legacy. As sordid as it is. You can judge me all you wish - it obviously bothers me not!In truth, I don't see how I grew up and what I became as so terrible. In fact, I rather enjoyed it.You see, from my earliest teenage recollections, my mother would tend to my normal urges. What I mean is that she would suck me to orgasm.Shocking to you is it? I can fucking care.I'd like to admit my mother was a hot thin woman that looked. They loved, they bred. Stars shattered, galaxies collapsed. Civilizations and empires rose and fell. Now, all of them are dust or ashes or earthworm feces or maggot food or fossilized stone or foul smelling, decomposing heap.A life is but a speck in time.The girl in red. Who was she?Though I promised, I couldn't go on date next weekend because, somehow, it felt like cheating the girl in red. It's funny how our mind constructs excuses and drapes itself in all kinds of morals and altruism if it. If I had thought for one moment that it would end up with me having sex with him, I would have been overcome with shyness. But this was a boy I had known all my life: the grandson of one of Tatay's older brothers. It seemed quite natural to be talking about what had happened to us over the past year. We're about the same age, you see, and have both just started work.Perhaps I was naive. But when Ramon suggested that we go outside and sit on the wall to talk - where it was cooler and quieter -.