"They were all poor kids in a poor neighborhood. Jim was in foster care. Ray's family life was pretty dysfunctional and Luke's parents were pretty sel...-involved. They seemed to spend a lot of time with their friend Chuck and his parents." Luke never talks about it. Chuck was the friend that died, right? Luke talks about him every now and again. I think learning about his death had something to do with Luke's metamorphosis." Ray doesn't talk about his upbringing much. I don't think Jim does. Yet, somehow the revelation didn't really seem out of context. I'd always known Shaun to be a sensitive guy, a little cocky and tough-talking on the outside, but kind and thoughtful underneath. He had a definite, meticulous attention to detail and he certainly saw more goodness and potential in people than I did; perhaps that was an indication of his artistic ability."You're quite the Renaissance Man," I murmured, the touch of Shaun's sure fingers on my breasts driving rational thought from my. "Ohmygod!" Emma thought, as she stood poised on the step, ready to turn and run. "I think I'd better come back another time." But she just couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight in front of her. She found herself becoming captivated by what she was seeing.Emma had never really noticed Paul before. But as she stood there, riveted by the site in front of her, she realized that he had a very masculine body. His broad shoulders, and strong hairy chest, with well-defined abs were a pleasure to. In short, he was my role model. I just couldn't believe it.But I had to believe it, and I would believe it, because later that week I found myself at his funeral, crying my eyes out. Then a few days later, I was in the notary's office, with all of his close friends and family, hearing his last will and testament read out by a stern, balding man. His house, and a large sum of his money would go to his wife, my aunt, Diane. Most of his cars went towards his brothers, as well as the motorcycles..