Death poems had always seemed so meaningless. Perhaps it was the strange desire to script a thing of beauty to be read before such an act of ugliness....Raion had no false conception of seppuku. He had long discarded the romantic view that in some way it allowed the perpetrator some version of release from the momentous nature of their shame. Rather He had settled on the simple Buddhist teaching that as life had no meaning then its end had no meaning. The moment of release was preordained and if. I chuckled after a moment. Oh well, if Brenda could live with being mistaken for my girlfriend, I could.An hour later all my equipment was clean. It had been gone over to Brenda's satisfaction, and put away. Brenda cleaned up at the sink in the back of the garage."Come on, Boyfriend. Let's get that snack your mom promised us. I'm starved," Brenda said with a cute grin that caused her dimples to show up.In an odd way, it was Mom's crack about her being my girlfriend that sort of got me to ask. What I was watching was making my cock get hard as I stood there naked. I wanted to see it in more detail, but I couldn’t from where I was. If I went down there, then surely it would stop. That’s when I remembered that I had a telescope in the closet. My dad had left it to me when he passed away, but I’d never really done much with it. I went over to the closet, dropping my swimming trunks on the bed. It took me a few minutes to dig it out and set it up on a tripod by the side window.I looked. I won’t be able to move!’ Anne came close to him, rubbing one hand over his buttocks. ‘Don’t worry, baby, I’ll massage all those aches and pains away.’ Suddenly Stan felt more energy and couldn’t wait to get home! – – – – – – – – – – Monday, the 21st of August dawned with a definite change in the weather. Grey, overcast skies awaited those who, like Stan, found it difficult to sleep. He’d woken around four am, for no particular reason he could think of. He’d simply become gradually aware that.