"I'll delete them for you," he offers, clicking through until hundreds of paragraphs, scores of photos and all friends disappear into the ether. "Not ...his one, though. I want another look at your beach story." His posture speaks of riveted interest as he reads, some parts noticeably more than others.The chair creaks; he stands up. It floods me with relief to watch him unbuckle and unzip himself before he climbs atop me. My body, still bound to the bed, yields eagerly beneath his mostly clothed. However, another thing they both shared was a problem. They knew that as soon as they got up out of bed, it would all start again. They would have to face the world once more, and the world included their parents. All parents worry about their children, it’s only natural and of course, that’s the way it should be but at this moment in time, neither Jake or Daniel felt like answering a million questions. “What’s been going on?”, “Where have you been?”, “Why didn’t you tell us where you were. And if he was not somebody Paul felt close to I would have already made it clear that I didn’t appreciate the attention. But it was obvious that Paul craved this guy’s approval and I was part of the package.Men’s pack instincts probably kept the species alive, or at least fed and protected, for millions of years and in my opinion that instinct has never been bred out of them. Malcolm had all of the entitlement of his social position and he was a natural alpha male anyhow.Paul has all of those. . it was the day of your funeral. We've missed you." I know sport, I've missed you as well, you'd think I'd be in hell for the things I've done. Guess somebody up there really liked something I did."Derek watched as his son and best friend chatted. He knew their time was limited."Okay, enough with catching up, Arrian, Pete and I need to tell you something, and I know it will be a shock." Derek warned.Peter told Arrian a similar story to the one Miranda had told the girls."Sam's Mom is the one.