You want that?" she asked, more amazed than anything."You have no idea how badly." Can I ask you something?" You know you can, mom."Smiling, she took ...y hand and slipped it inside her robe, resting it on the spread of her bare hip. "Do you know what to do with all of this?" she purred."No," I said and blushed again. I couldn't lie. Not to my own mother."Well that's alright, baby. Because Mama's going to take you in her room and show you exactly what to do."She led me by the hand, and back into. Anyways, we were just climbing into her Explorer after the traditional…meal…for my birthday. You see, after a few years of college, I became a habitual late-nighter, frequently being awake at three, four, even five AM, and after a while I gained the appetite to go with. I enjoyed going out to eat (whenever I could find a place open) at those hours, enjoying the peace and quiet. The Midnighter, a Diner in our town seemed to be built for me. It had the curious hours of 8pm to 8am, and had. Tomorrow you are going to be remorseful and then we are going to be uncomfortable in one another’s company,” I answered.“No we won’t… I mean, I won’t,” he answered.Declan now took hold of my head with his left hand and pushed his knob up against my lips. I kept my teeth clenched shut as he began to smear his foreskin against my lips.“Toby, please open up for me,” he pleaded.My head was firmly anchored in his huge left hand as his right hand kept smearing his foreskin across my lips.“Please. "Oh I'm alive alright. If being alive means theability to keep making one mistake after another." It's an accomplishment not to be passed over lightly. Being alive. Somany people aren't really, you know. They fake it without even knowingthey're faking it. They're practically zombies. It's easier that way,but not a very meaningful way to exist. I know you're not what youpictured yourself to be. No one is. No one is as successful, asbeautiful, as young, tall, rich, blonde, whatever, as they want.