“It seemed the best thing to do at the time,” he said glancing back at me.“Sorry Dad,” I said being quiet for the rest of the ride home.Mom’... older sister Grace was there waiting for us. She’s prettier than my mom, but I heard my mom also say that she was ‘promiscuous.’ Since I now understand what a lot more words mean with my lightning induced brain, I realized Grace was being called a slut.The next book I read should be a dictionary, one of those big ones. We had one; it was as big as a. And I am sure Melissa is glad I get my ear chewed off this time." She smiled again, cheering up instantly as I practically begged her to tell me everything. She poured us both another drink and then we both settled back as Amy told me a little more about herself, and about her problems at work."When I was younger, my dad showed me some clippings from an old Chicago newspaper, they were stories my grandfather had written. I was eight, and I was interested to read them. Dad had saved all of his. There were certain streets in certain cities that I was not allowed to be on and they would know since those were under 24/7/365 surveillance and everybody got filmed and ID’d who set foot on those streets.Headed back to my first stomping ground and my old roomy. He let me move back in, even though he had a lady friend staying with him now. I think back on it now and I was a right arsehole and I’m surprised he didn’t get violent with me as I stole his lady friend. Yeah I know, I young dumb and. The blond guy turned around to face me and, still jerking his now hard cock, looked me up and down. I guess I just gawped back at him, looking like a bit of a tit because I had no idea what the fuck was going on. He walked over to one of the cubicles, his long hard cock bobbing up and down as he walked. It looked really big but remember I'd only really seen other guys' limp dicks in the showers at school and stuff, so I wasn't really in any position to make comparisons. It curved upwards from.