"Do you know what time it is?" His mother asked."Yes, Mom," Tobias answered, after heaving out an irritated sigh."Haven?t you forgotten to do somethin... you were supposed to do?" Leslienext inquired."C?moooon, maaaa." Tobias closed his eyes in frustration. "Can?t you cutme a..." TURN AROUND AND LOOK AT ME WHEN I?M TALKING TO YOU!!" Leslie yelled.Another loud, irritated sigh preceded a frowning Tobias complying withhis mother?s command. "Ma, look...I don?t understand why it has to be6pm. Not even. George could not hear what they said. What do boys talk about at that age? Girls, cars, motorcycles…? At thirty-two he felt much older, a different generation. It would never have occurred to him, when he was their age, to get a tattoo, especially not such extensive tattoos. One of them, the blond, had an abstract pattern in dark blue or black ink all the way from his neck, over his shoulder and down his right arm to the elbow. The other had a large green lizard across his chest. Their shirts. I’m not sure what I should feel right now. Hurt, maybe, a little. Maybe a lot.” He reached out and gently stroked the baby’s cheek, feeling the downy fuzz of the newborn infant. “He’s a beautiful boy, Beth.” She nodded. “You must hate me.” He bent down so that he could look into her eyes, seeing the pain, sadness, and embarrassment there and on her tear-streaked face. “Hate you? No, Beth, I could never do that. You’re the woman I love – the only woman I’ve ever really loved, I think, and the. I wanted him back, so I started pressing again. Steven took the cue and started to enter me again. This time a little faster. "Ok" I said. That should have me stretched and you lubed up enough. "Ok, yea" came a horse whisper from behind me. Hot breath at my neck giving me goose bumps and setting my nipples once again as hard as rocks under the warm and strong hands of my little brother."You ready for more?" I asked. "Steven didn't reply. He didn't have to. With one, unexpected, fluid thrust he.