Movement – the walls pass him by. A door opens – it is suddenly dark. He stops kicking and she puts him down. ‘Stay here,’ she is saying. ‘Y...u’re going to bed now.’ She leaves. A door closes. There is darkness. * * * She shuts the door and leans against it, breathing heavily. The telltale gleam of salty wetness trail down her cheeks – tears of frustration and rage, glittering and bathing the angry red lines where he has scratched her, in stinging salt. A car pulls into the driveway, engine. . I guess so. If I can't help him, maybe I can steer him in the right direction." Mike was working for a big company in Boston but quit when he found it wasn't for him. He likes the smaller town environment so he thought he'd look around here." And you know him from college?" Yes." Boyfriend?" he asked with an arched eyebrow.Brenda nodded. "My first ... at Coddington. He went on to Harvard for his MBA after my first year."Her father nodded with a faint smile. "I'll see what I can do to help.". A soft voice from behind startled him. "Are you sure you are thinking happy thoughts?"He spun around "Oh, hi Luna" he said, seeing her leaning against a wall just inside the door of the empty classroom he was using to practice. "I'm thinking of my parents. That's one of the happiest thoughts I have." In truth, he wasn't sure it was happy enough, every time he did so, his mind inevitably flashed to the last time he had seen them at St. Mungo's, which pretty much put a damper on anything. I wasn’t too far off myself, despite my reluctance at first. I had wanted to bang her this whole time, but not when she was drunk off her ass. I felt like I was taking advantage of her, like when some dickhead spikes a girl’s drink and knocks her up while she’s unconscious. She finally threw her head back and said, ‘Oh god baby, don’t stop! Ohh, I’m in heaven! Fuck! Harder, baby. Harder! Oh, just like that! Oh, your cock feels so fucking good! Yes! Ohhhh, I’m gonna cum baby! I can’t hold it.