"Come on now, does anyone want to sing a duet with Missy?" Mr. Crowe asked his class. Missy looked around with a sad look on her face. "I'm sorry Miss..., you'll have to go by yourself." "I'll sing with you Missy." I spoke up without thinking. "You are not in this class Mr. O'Hare!" Mr. Crowe said looking at me from behind his huge glasses. "I know sir I have a free period and I um...just felt the urge to sing." "Fine!" he said putting down his pen. I climbed up the steps and stood next to Missy. ’ I glared at him. ‘Stan…,’ I said dangerously. Stan laughed and held up his hands in self-defense. ‘Calm down, big brother! I’ll tell! No need to get violent!’ Furtively, he leaned forward. ‘She said that the man with her is not her date, just a friend. I told her you were shy and she thought that was cute. She told me to encourage you to. Go ask for her name and phone number yourself, if you’re interested that is.’ When I looked back over she raised her wine glass to me and took a sip. Her. As all this was going through my mind, my cock was at its peak. "Errrr, errrr, no Mum, was nothing." "Well over nothing, your dickie sure gets itself into a state of arousal. It must feel uncomfortable for you to have it so constrained when it's sooo hard." Fuck Mum, what are you saying? Does she want me to take my cock out? Does she want to have a close up look at it now that it's all grown up? She's been looking at it all this time and that gave me even more reason to feel exited. Just then. A crowd had already gathered when we arrived. I followed my parents into the home, passing through the crowd unnoticed. The room where I lay was filled with flowers. My casket lay on a low table. It was glowing shining white with gold handles and trim. The lid was open.I hesitated once again. I knew that what I would see would only add to the weight of a reality I did not yet want to accept. I also knew I had to look. Slowly, I stepped up to the casket.I gazed at the dream-like scene before me..