I didn't make any noise, becauseit still hurt too much to comprehend. I was stuck like this, and the onlything that kept going through my head was, ho... the heck could I go homelooking like this. My parents would never look at me again. No one outsideof Christian, and Elliot knew who I was now. For what seemed like aneternity, I sat there and just cried. Finally, feeling drained, I slowlywiped the moisture away from eyes.Slowly I stood up and looked down at the rest of my body. It was awkwardthe. “Not sober,” I said, “and I have no intention of getting drunk.” My mother wanted all the details from my first year. I told her about the courses I had taken. She asked about my sexual activity, and I told her there had been plenty, and plenty of variety. Beyond that, it was none of her business. My mother cried, of course. I was growing up. I told her I had done what she wanted me to do and become a complete man, which meant supporting myself. That seemed to mollify her, but I wasn’t sure she. Half-day of scheduled work or not, Boyle was likely to be kept quite busy until Free-day, the day after next, and without the hope of a few extra coins to make up for his overtime. Perhaps he'd hear some more merchants discussing trade secrets while the horses were being unhitched. Boyle always seemed to find a way to turn adversity into profit, or at least amusement.Rowan, himself, had other plans for his free time, hopefully with the lovely Cedany. Since her work schedule with the Lady was. No more slamming doors or Dad will hear about it tomorrow.”“Yes, Ma’am,” we said in chorus.Mom shut the door. I reached under my brother's mattress and pulled out a pair of panties. When he turned back from the door I was holding them up. I grinned, “You owe me one, Bro.”He just hung his head in embarrassment and with a defeated tone he asked, “Ok, Sis, What do you want?”I just fell back on his bed and raised my hands. “I win,” then I sat up and said, “I want to see your dick.”He looked at me.