” We both left, and my stepfather drove us to the club. Again, not too much talking on the way there. About forty-five minutes later we arrived. We...parked in a parking garage and Peter and I walked to the club. It was a pretty upscale place. My stepfather took me into back and knocked on a door. Knock, Knock “Come in, the door is open.” “Sal, how are you? This is my friend Ellen.” Sal was a tall man, perhaps 6’5” and weighed about two hundred and thirty pounds. He was not terribly. A shock of his brown hair fell across his face and he grinned meanly."You need a haircut." I said, hoping to ignore him."Date didn't go well?" He snickered as I stomped past. I slammed the door to my room and turned on the TV. I was determined to not let Jack make me mad. I heard my brothers car leave.A few hours later I heard him come stumbling up the stairs. He was in his room being loud and playing music. I pounded on his door."Turn that shit down Jack!! I'm trying to sleep."I slammed back. Everything took him twice as long to complete and he stood under the shower for a long, long time, allowing the cleansing water to cascade down his body. He managed to shave despite his shaking hands and when he finished he suddenly found that he felt better, fresher, and was able to gain a different perspective on what had happened. He had probably known in his heart that his time with Grace was coming to an end, and he actually surprised himself in that he did not feel too bad about that, it. Claude Rains, startled by the new entertainment guiltily gives thanks to whichever God felt it was necessary to put cameras in this office block’s toilets, dunks a Rich Tea Finger in his coffee and settles back to watch the show. “Show me. I need to see it.” My voice is urgent, demanding. My hands rip at his trousers and underwear until his cock springs free and his clothing pools around his ankles. Whatever resistance he had is gone; his mouth hangs loosely open, his eyes are squeezed shut,.