Come to think of it, he had. He hesitated to take the money, unsure whether I was going to place conditions on it. Or, maybe he couldn't believe that ...t was real. I thrust the money forward, into his hands."Take it, that's why my father sent it with me." His fingers closed around the money, and for a minute, I was afraid he'd try to kiss me."You don't understand what this means to these people. I can do so much with this kind of support. You tell your father thank you, a thousand thank yous.. The trial had been short. Marius’ death, while justifiable, had been compounded by Amanda’s murder. The court shrink had called me “One of the most psychologically damaged young men” he had ever evaluated. The fat little coward, sitting in judgment of the Monster, only saw what he wanted to see. The scars, the pain, the vast emptiness that filled me. They meant nothing to a man who never had to fight for his right to live.‘All I hear is human noise. You made your own fucking choice. I belong to. And out of the blue, I started getting horny. So I checked to see where my dads girlfriend was. I could tell that she was in her room, cause the door was closed and I could her the tv in the room. So I closed my door. I put a DVD in the player and turned it on. It was called Mouth Watering Melons. I pulled off my pants, and laid down on my bed. I turned it to the scene with Britney Skye. I started jacking off my cock as I watched the scene.Now let me describe myself for you. I am 6' 1" and 165. After about fifteen minutes, she rolled over to face him, hugged him strongly, and said, "Make love to me."He kissed her deeply and began stroking her breasts. She responded with an intensity she had not had for several months. His touch was lighting fires within her that he had been afraid had been somehow quenched in their recent time together. She thrust herself against him and said in a throaty whisper, "Fuck me. Fuck me now. My pleasure-pleasure is back, and I want to share it with.