And Mark. And Lydia. And everybody! She puffed the cigarette again, inhaling deeply. And when Jim moved forward, walking towards the mattress, she gri...ned up at him and offered him her joint.The blonde-haired leader of the gang took one long look at Art, then his wife. It was all over for him anyway... the five pounds, the accomplishments and failures of his first real job. He might as well make the best of it.He moved forward, then sat down on the mattress, one eye on Art who sat slumped. The sound of Georges voice calmed me and made me feel safe. George asked me how I was doing and I said, oh I’m ok now that you called so you can tell your fucking rotten brother to untie me. George said the rotten fucking one you’re mad at should be me. Remember what I wrote in the letter Anna. My heart sunk and I said yes George. Well it’s up to you I guess if you’re not ready for this then fine I’ll come and untie you, but, you saw that paddle right? I said yes of course. George said well how. He layed back clearly exhausted and I told him I was going to go to bed. Later on that week Nathan went to buy a trailer for him to sleep in the backyard so we didn’t have to share a room anymore. This was saddening in the beginning, I got so used to him sleeping near me I felt lonely without him. We hadn’t had any more masturbation exercises since that one time. But every time we talked about it he would want to play a game called the sleeping game. During the sleeping game Nathan and I would. He sat on the balcony sipping coffee and looking out over the neighborhood and letting his mind wander.After his second cup he realized that the neighborhood view was not going to provide any creative insights.He stared at the bottom of his cup for a few moments and frowned.He decided to go out for breakfast.After eating he went to a shopping mall and looked around. He didn't buy anything and only ended up scowling at all the people bumping and walking into him. He grimaced with frustration and.