‘Is that MY comic book?’ The area around Dan grew deafeningly quiet, but it never even registered with him that Bill was talking to him. In his wi...dest dreams he never imagined that he would do anything to draw the attention of Bill Kendall, the kid that had made Timmy Hudgins bawl like a baby. Unaware, he continued to try to show his friends the brightly colored pages, even as they averted their eyes and began inching away in an effort to vacate ground zero. ‘Hey! I’m fucking talking to you.. We went into my sisters friends room i was a lil drunk now, and i jus got her n shoved my cock into her mouth and fucked her mouth again,she bent over and i shoved it into her blond hairy pussy, she pulled it out and said put it in her ass, i had to lube my dick up with baby oil from the bathroom.i came back and before i lubed it she took it into her mouth again and made it rock solid, she bent over and i shoved it in and she moaned and little when it was fully in i slid it back out slowly and. Why would they care as long as he functioned? Not Julie, only being home at holidays and a few weekends. She was just too excited and preoccupied with her new life to see. And during her precious visits John always did his best to be great company.And Sarah? Ah well. Even if she'd had the time or the desire to look at all, why would she have cared? She was too busy getting young again. Too busy freeing herself from the chains an old laggard like her husband tied her down with.Not even Frank had. You just gotta put that brush down and move it. It’s the only way to start, to get something good. To get anything at all. Who cares if it’s good? As long as at the end of the day I can say I did something, I painted something- I feel better than if I painted nothing. And I’ve got a lot better chance of painting something brilliant, something wonderful, something passable if I do something than I do if I do nothing at all. Sure it seems obvious. But I have to remind myself every day. Swash!.