I am hungry but I do not want to have pop tarts. I am sick and tired ofpop tarts. Mom always made a hot breakfast for us, but not any more, anddad is ... lousy cook.I waited a minute, then got up and quietly went into their bedroom.Mom was asleep.She sleeps a lot these days; she is really sick, and the sickness pluswhatever they give her to fight that sickness all make her hurt a lot, sothen they give her these pills so she won't hurt so much but then all shewants to do is sleep.I look at her. " You're right." She looked rather thoughtful.I took the break to stand up and go over to the sideboard, and with my back to her I said, "I'm going to have a brandy, I hope you don't mind. I won't encourage you to drink, as you're driving, but you are welcome to one if you want." I think I'm beginning to regret another promise I made myself." What was that?" That I wouldn't ever go to bed with you again."I turned round to look at her, "Are you sure?" Very." She looked at me, "Oh, I don't think. Oh, by the way, I’m going to stay at my friend’s after school again, so you don’t have to pick me up.”This would be three Fridays in a row she’d went to her best friend’s for the night. Oh well, safer than her going out on dates he thought to himself. That day he finished chores around the house. Having the time to himself, he fired up the computer to surf some porn that night. Wow, he’d been so busy lately he hadn’t jerked off in over a week. An hour of internet babes, and he felt the. I didn’t care if it hurt her feelings or not, I was only concerned with one thing right now, keeping Randy alive.“You have to put pressure on his wounds to stop the bleeding, I saw it on TV,” Ashley said.I looked at her, and she looked like she was trying to help, so I tried it, anything to help keep him alive. I put both of my hands directly over the wounds and pushed down hard, it did stop the bleeding a little, but it also put him in a lot more pain.“It’s supposed to hurt, but it’ll stop him.