.My shoe's left in a heap by the door and a trail of kebab meat leading up to my bedroom, I knew that my happy wank time was about to commence. As soo... as I got in my room my jacket was flung onto the floor, I was humming my favourite tune as I used my toe to switch on my computer. Man I was so drunk and turned on, just looking for something hot to get me hard and to blow my load.The computer loads up and I'm already down to my boxers, sitting on my chair, one hand on cock the other on the. ” “Good, what else do you remember?” “I remember Donald undressing you slowly.” “I am undressing now Jeff. Keep your eyes closed and imagine that your balls are tied to the cane seat of my chair and Donald is undressing me.” “Oh God…” “Yes Jeff, I am squirming on this bed, my blouse and bra are gone and my pants are halfway down my thighs. Can you imagine me on our bed at home this way?” “Yes, I remember it.” And what did Donald do that excited you?” “He was suckling and kissing your. It’s too soon to be making firm decisions about our future.”“Oh,” he said. She could hear the dejection in his voice. To him, everything was black and white. He was only just learning about how many shades of gray life involved. The wand had taught him most of what he knew about that.“That doesn’t mean we can’t make plans at all,” she said. “Take for instance, this.” She stroked his hip and bumped his loins with hers. She kissed him with open lips and then pulled back. “We’re going to be doing. Or maybe not. He could dodge and evade too. He could somehow make his enemy his friend, as that’s what many religious texts call for. But if a man follows through on his anger and murders someone else, whether justified or not, he’ll be watching his back his entire life. He’ll be evading and ducking and running from tall, shadowy figures waiting for him in the dark, until at a moment of weakness, they finally catch up to him. And if he killed Artie, he’d have a long way to travel to hide from.