I remembered he now had a cell phone, and I looked up the number in my address book and called him. ‘Hi Tommy, it’s Dad.’ ‘Hi Dad, where are y...u?’ He seemed pleased to hear from me. ‘I’m at the Riverbend Inn, on Stateline, room 241. I just wanted you to know I’ve left your mother. I’m sorry to have to tell you like this, but I couldn’t take it any more.’ ‘I know, Dad, I heard some of your argument this morning. I can’t blame you. I don’t know what’s wrong with her, but she’s not very nice to be. I notice all the guys are undressing themselves and positioning themselves around me but nobody dares to join in as I’m expecting , probably giving their respect to the old chief until he is done. I work on the old man’s cock , licking the head , the length of it’s shaft ( about 6 inches, just think about if he is at his peak , he might probably be at 7 inches or more ), suck on his ball and back sucking hard to the hilt. He just stands there watching , staring me down and after a few minutes. Don't worry about it. I have been hearing you and Mom in the next room making love almost every night. Mom sure gets noisy when you fuck her. You must be really good in bed. It has me just so horny I had to do something about it. I'm sorry too." For the next couple of weeks we hardly spoke but gave each other little smiles whenever we came upon each other. Then one night Tracy came staggering into the house. It was obviously that she had been drinking. "Where's Mom?" "She's over at Jan's. What he found was Patrick, eyes wide open, tears running down his face, leaning against the iron bedstead with the covers pulled up to his chin. His roommate, Terrence sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes. Patrick was babbling and, when he saw Bobby, his hand jerked forward and he pointed to the closet door in the corner of the room. In the darkness Bobby saw something move on the face of the door. He realized instantly that what he was seeing was moonlight, bouncing off the snow, and being broken.