Jonathan was wearing a pair of ripped up black jeans, a pair of black boots and a Green Day T-Shirt. His short brown hair was nicely combed and his br...wn eyes were filled with concern. Michael’s chest welled up with rage and hate when he saw him, but a voice inside his head reminded him He is your best friend and you and Bree are not a couple. He didn’t do anything wrong. ‘Look Jon, it’s not a good time.’ ‘The last few weeks it’s never been a good time.’ Jon said firmly. ‘And the last week? You. Body armour. He didn’t need those anymore. He was happy and he was with Emma. They stood in front of the shop window, Emma throwing knowing glances at the window and Hansen resisting her exhortations to go into the store and take a look. He had an annoyed look on his face, but he was happy. Happy. Not a word he used often or a feeling he felt often. He still had the melancholy air inside of him at the loss of his family, but Emma had lifted the black cloud of depression from him. He could truly. Then again, maybe the sky and the sun are cooperating. I can turn my head — just a little — and the glare from that bright yellow corona is boring into my brain. Hey, some shade. That’s one big fucking bird. Wonder if it’s a hawk or an eagle? Probably a vulture. Piss off. I’m not dead yet. I think I’ll go for a walk. Nonsense, you’ll be stone dead in a moment. Stone dead — heh. Two points, two flats, and a packet of gravel. I’ll raise you this boulder I’m laying on. Checkmate, honey — beat you. I too had come and decided to return home. On reaching home I went to my bedroom and after a shower I lay naked on my bed pleasuring myself. My father and mother were both out and I went to their bedroom to see if I could find one of my mother's sex toys that I knew she had. I had seen my parents having sex on many occasions but had never seen my father's cock or my mother's vagina. I knew she had sex toys because one week when my father was away on a residential course on of my mother's friend.