She opened the door to the backseat. Unceremoniously she tossed our clothes and cases to the front. “You coming? If so I want you naked when you get...back here.” I stepped out of the car and took my shoes and pants off the rest of the way. I did not look around to see if anyone was on the road. I didn’t give a rat’s ass if someone saw us. By the time I opened the door, she was laying on her back knees apart. I was still standing outside as I leaned into the car, kissing and biting her knee and. As a single parent, it wasn't difficult for Eunice to oblige her son. He was gentle, kind and obedient like the good kid he was. It didn't trouble her that he wasn't all rough and tumble like the neighborhood kids, nor that he found more comfort in keeping himself neat and their apartment spotless than in playing ball in the street. Oh, she might have thought of him as a bit of a dreamer, and worried that he might be tied too closely to her apron; as any mother would, she worried about such. Since they are sisters, Kim has been much more vocal about our opinions of Ben than I have, but Elise knows how I feel as well.Last Thursday was an ordinary, boring evening. I was home watching the game, and Kim was out with one of her friends. At about ten, the phone rang. I expected it to be Kim, but it was Elise's name on the caller ID. I waited too long to answer and the machine picked up. I could immediately hear that she was crying, so I picked up the phone. "Jack, don't tell Kim who it. He had vague memories of a massive blow to the side of his face, followed by images of the ceiling spinning as he flew through the air. He then realized that his nose was dripping blood down his face and onto his shirt in an ever widening stain."Get the fuck out of here you asshole!" he heard Patty scream at him, as he managed to pull himself to his feet by grabbing the door handle of his car.He got in and backed out of the driveway. He paused as his headlights illuminated a cross country style.