When they were cold or homeless he would let them inside his house. Many of those revolting against him right now had just the night before slept in t...e house because they had nowhere else to go. He had fed their hungry and literally given them the clothing off his back. So this horrified, shaking, naked old man cowered on his balcony as those who were already in his house burned the clothing he had given them to make torches, and soon his house was engulfed in a raging inferno that consumed. Any more crying and/or possible plans for the future would have to wait, at least for a headache pill and a long shower. Looking at the clock, I realized I was running late. ‘Short shower then’ I said aloud frowning at the time. I tried to keep a smiling face on at work, but kids are smarter than grown-ups and before the day was through I had gotten a few ‘why are you sad’-questions that I had a hard time answering. It’s not easy to tell a child the whole ‘well, I fell in love again, but he. Anyway, I am going to Martin’s house. Please get dressed and do your homework, okay.”“Yes….mom.”“And please cover yourself with your hands when you are naked in front of me. You are big boy now.” Mrs. Jones said as she stormed out of the house.After a 12 mins drive, Mrs. Jones reached Martin’s luxurious estate.“This boy must be pampered a lot. No wonder he has issues.” Mrs. Jones thought to herself.Mrs. Jones approached the front door of the mansion and rang the doorbell. She was greeted by. ” I could see the uncertainty in her eyes, so gently as if trying to reassure her, took hold of her hand and coaxed her towards me. With our eyes focussed on the others, she shifted her legs, easing to apposition where she was lying on my chest looking up at me. I put my arms under hers and eased her closer still. As soon as I could, I kissed her lips softy, lingering for a few seconds. Vicky pulled back, smiling, before lowering onto my mouth again. This time, our mouths opened and tongues.