It was quiet and peaceful. I drew a bath, stripping, I stepped naked into the tub. I lay there and soaked for the longest time, lost in my thoughts. I...could live for another 30 years, easily. All alone? I didn’t think I could stand that, being here in this beautiful home, surrounded constantly by memories. I reached for the leather case I had brought from my job. I took the vial, filled the syringe. I lay back, peaceful now, I was ready. I stared at it, my decision, my power. I love the feeling. "Good thing you're just a stupid dream; the real Kevin doesn't think that way! You're just sore that I won't cuddle up with you anymore!" "Just with some other jock, right?" I parried. "I'm not going to cuddle up with my brother." "Stop that! I'm not your freakin' brother!" "I can't help it! I just feel like that about you now!" "Huh! You weren't like that before--not before Biff!" "That's because Biff did--er, showed me things you don't know," she demurely said to my wincing slight. "Sure, why. My eyes kept following those smooth tan legs up to those thighs trying to see further under her dress. I knew it was messed up checking out Marks girl but just checking her out wasn't hurting nobody. I took the bag out my pocket and tossed it over to her deciding to make this quick as possible. She looked it over smiling."Mmm looks tasty don't it?" She asked still examining the bag."Yes it does!" My eyes darting from her slender thighs to her sexy eyes.Damn I knew she caught me looking that. He pauses for a moment, thinking about the filthy kitchen he walked into yesterday morning. Today, he feels inspired by how clean it is. Cleaning his apartment yesterday is paying dividends in the way he feels. He hasn't felt this good since he got out of the Army. Walking into the living room with his coffee, he feels some moisture around his asshole. He grins when he realizes it's Roger's cum from last night. Sitting in his chair, he thinks about how nice it was to let his body go where it.