He had lain awake, staring at the ceiling, saved from tears by Lion, ringing him from his apartment, lying awake too. They conducted their conversatio... in soft urgent whispers, fingers wandering.And now he was leaving.He'd quit the street life, though sometimes old clients still waylaid him on the street. He shrugged them off, though to some he was downright rude. He had the rumours circled that Chilito was no longer on the market, for anything. His rent friends teased him for getting a sugar. For whatever reason, the woman picks up her panties and brings them to her nose, inhaling her scent. She was so wet when she wore them and the scent of her arousal is still so strong. She drops them, smiling and heads for the kitchen. After getting a pot of coffee brewing, she takes a seat at the table.Silence and the smooth, constant drip of the coffee maker is all that surrounds her. The same light coming in the bedroom greet her through the window above the sink. All she has in this moment. “Alan, is that you?” my Mom called from her bedroom. “Where have you been? Come in here and talk with me.” As I made my way down the hall to her room my cock was already half way hard and throbbing. When I came around the corner and saw her in bed wearing that summer nightgown with the low cut I was at full staff. I licked my lips and tried to calm my beating heart. “Hey Mom,” I said with much more calm than I felt. “Where have you been Alan? I cooked dinner but after a while I covered it and. ”“I won’t, I suppose.”“Good. Don’t be afraid. I will be there every step of the way. I won’t let you down, just so long as you understand what’s ahead. To celebrate this event we will go to the Kaa’bah and perform a small pilgrimage. I’m proud of you son. Very proud.”Khozem ascended the stairs behind his slow father who seemed exhausted from relating the news. His room a few feet away from the master bedroom seemed smaller and unacceptable. The warm and bitter air engulfed him. He clicked on.