I assure you Benjamin, my name is quite real. My parents gave it to me on the day of my birth. It was a spring day in the year of our lord 1077.1077? ...hat is nearly a thousand years ago, how is that possible? Are you some kind of ghost?I suppose, in the sense that I am a consciousness unmoored from the confines of my own body. It is possible because the shard you now bear makes it possible. It makes many things possible, as you will soon discover. Peter said with an amused lilt.I’m glad you are. The hooker repeated her tired line. She kept pointing at the so-called thug and accusing him of every wicked thing under the sun. I swear, she changed her story five times in less than five minutes. I kept my eye on her but asked the man a question. I wanted to know what was happening here. The brother was surprised. Lots of men are surprised on those rare times when the police want to hear their side of the story. I told the brother to relax. The bitch, on the other hand, looked incredibly. ****We got dressed and walked back to the cottage. Uncle Bob, of course, went directly to his computer and downloaded the photographs. Aunt Prudence was in the garden, and my Dad was out job hunting again, having been taken there by the boys, who fished on the way back. The boys were cleaning their catch, with an eye to going to collect Daddy, so we just had time to look over his shoulder as he clicked his way through picture after picture of two naked girls romping. I’ll say this for him, he. It seemed strange but I was too polite and to shy to tell him to stop as I was neither enjoying nor that annoyed to tell him to stop. And then something awkward happened, he moved his soapy hand around my thighs and he held my penis and balls in his hand, my eyes got widen, my body got stiffed and I was about to scream when he squeezed my balls and penis in his big hand gently but firmly that rather than screaming I let a sigh and suddenly the stiffens was gone and my eyes closed, he pulled me.