My heart jumped at the realization once more of how understanding you were for all my little shortcomings.As I positioned myself, you looked me in the...eye, your own eyes glistening with anticipation and eagerness, yet afraid of getting your forbidden place filled. I could see in your eyes the pain you were trying not only to endure but to hide too as the pressure against your sphincter grew. Although you kept nodding approvingly and saying—your voice giving away your discomfort—you wanted it, I. How about we pick up some takeout and bring it with us? It might make it easier to sell our ... pitch, if you will,” Sía snickered.“Even better if we bring him plenty of booze, too! He’s got no shortage of pot, of course,” Freydís added.“Oh, but, of course! That’s another reason why he’d be the perfect boyfriend for us, isn’t it? I’m very pleased that they legalized the stuff at last!” Sía winked as they pulled into the liquor store to grab some spirits.“Oh, definitely, cousin!” Freydís agreed,. That made Michael smile. He would never actually bring Rose to this hellhole but the sentiment was well received. “Yeah Dad, I know. Thanks. Maybe soon, we’ve got a lot of stuff coming up.” He shouldered his backpack and stood. “I’ve got some reading to do for English, I’m gonna go up to my room. G’night Dad.” His father reached out an arm and patted Michael on the arm. Michael just smiled a rueful smile that no one saw. He walked up to his room, counting the steps and moving as quietly. Years of lingering desire and affection had taken their toll, and with enough alcohol in my system I couldn’t help but act. As she helped me take off my shirt, I acted. I let my hands rest on either side of her waist and pulled her down to where I sat, on the edge of her bed. I kissed her, our first real kiss. Even in the cloud of alcohol I expected her to stop me, push me away, or insist that we stop. But…she didn’t. Maybe it was the remnant of the many drinks of the night, but her kiss tasted.