"Hank... I saw her two days ago... She and Michigan and Dad and Fritz the new puppy are fine. You talked to me last night remember... when I got into ...own." Yeah I know baby, but you could have talked to her on the phone." Hank whined, Moria snorted."Mmmk... well I'm tired Big Guy and I want to sleep." She yawned to him."Alright, have fun my little Aristotle," he chuckled through the phone. "Sweet Dreams." Night Hank."The line went dead. Moria quickly hung up the phone and rushed out into the. ” “Okay,” I said slowly. “He was a prick and a drunk,” she snapped. “I didn’t want him dead, but I did want him out of my life.” “Really.” I was taken aback at her forward nature. I hadn’t expected her to be so open with me. She stared at me. Finally her shoulders slumped. “Oh, shit,” she slammed out. “I said too much, didn’t I?” “It’s okay. Just between you and me. A little venting is good for the soul.” She leaned back against the wall across from my door, hiked a high-heel foot up so her. It wasn't until he was 6 or so that he finally realised that he was the only one with the gift. It wasn't much of a gift really; he could feel people's moods, without benefit of their visual prompts; he could also make people be aware of his presense. They would turn around in class and stare at him, whenever he wanted them too.Not much of a gift you may think and for most of his growing life that's all it was. But as soon as his hormones settled down, he found that his gift had changed. Lying. “Not yet. I haven’t explained what it is that I want tonight.” He moved, shifted slowly, setting his hands on either side of his hips as he splayed his legs and looked down at her like he wasn’t rock hard and ready to go, like he had all the time in the world to listen to her. “Alright then, explain it to me. I’m excited to hear.” She took a deep breath, clasping both hands in front of her stomach and squeezing once before speaking. “I want to watch you stroke your cock. I want to be able to.