‘You are growing up. I like that.’ Mayor Andrews was just finishing a phone call and happy to discuss the situation with the French’s house. ‘...ot much to look at, but sound construction. Was redone after the war. I think the original went back to King George.’ ‘What would you advise about a fair price?’ He looked at me for a minute. ‘I’ve heard about you. The rugby and the speech you gave Saturday. I’m going to say something private I ask you not to share. Hugh French was the mail deliveryman. I wonder how she acquired it. She mumbles something so low I can’t hear. I lean down to listen. ‘Don’t…’ I want to wake her and tell her she’s safe but then she smiles and sighs with relief. Her arms lay relaxed at her sides and she settles back to a peaceful sleep. I feel the strongest need to protect her but I know that’s foolish. I need to talk to someone about my feelings and the only person I can think of resides at the cemetery. **** I walk up to Gerry’s grave and notice that someone’s. Ronald in a panic and pleaded 'no, I can't, it wont fit, he'll tear me apart, don't let him do this, please Mr. Ronald, you know I do anything you want, but he's gonna rip me apart.' Mr. Ronald smiled and said 'Hosea will be just as gentle as a lamb, all you have to do is lay their and suck my dick, it want hurt but for a little while.' Mr. Ronald had sat the bed up with some extra devices I had not noticed, Hosea and Mr. Ronald stretched me across the pile of bed clothes and Hosea was. Then I heard it, a loud pitched squeal that sounded vaguely like my own grew as my mind exploded as my orgasm took control. My whole body jerked and vibrated in response, buckling my son off me and lasting nearly a whole minute until I lay exhausted and sweaty as my senses returned.My god what had I done?Lips were kissing my own, my son chuckling at my most defenceless moment and I hated him for it. I rolled away from him, no longer able to endure another second and was relieved when I felt him.