I asked her about his son’s school and studies. Then she informed me that uncle and her son will go back after lunch to meet relatives and come late...in night. She asked me what I am going to do whole day. I replied I will be just b in home surfing and watching television. Then there was silence for some time and den I spoke up by saying sorry. She replied by asking “sorry for”. I replied about the incident which happened few minutes back. She told its normal at this age and told not to worry. I. At twelve-thirty a.m., having had enough, I headed home. Entering my apartment silently, I observed that dad’s room door was slightly ajar. As I peered in, Alf on his stomach, with Duncan on top leisurely humping Alf’s backside. I stood there quietly watching the hot scene with a raging hard-on. After several minutes, I soundlessly left for my room. The following morning as I made breakfast, Duncan emerged from his bedroom somewhat flustered. He made some lame excuse about how they had fallen. Tom had to clearly delineate his ideas on how he and the others would deal with this. He had to state and outline quite categorically that he would not abuse this freedom nor make it a matter for the police by becoming a Public Nuisance.Tom laughed at the whole thing because he just could not see himself indulging in this ‘freedom of sexual expression’ in any way. Walking about the streets in the nude was one thing but masturbating in public and indulging in flagrant sexual intercourse was. His bronzed muscles seemed ready to burst from his blue work shirt, only half buttoned up his wall-like, rock hard chest. While Safia tried to untie her tongue, he gave her a no-nonsense look that made his pale blue eyes so piercing, she thought they looked within her as much as upon her."You called about the blocked bathroom sink?" He asked, his voice like a boom distant thunder which gave only a hint of an oncoming storm's latent power."Yeah. Um, come in." Safia stuttered, finding herself.