”And then she had to explain that one to me. I hadn’t heard the term before.Larry promised he would talk to Joyce.To the few others, I just said t...at I had gotten in trouble, that it wasn’t a big deal, my mom was just over-reacting. They sympathized because they knew my mom. Fortunately, none of them asked any questions. At lunch, Kellie pulled me aside and said she was disappointed since she hoped we could get together sometime. I told her I’d like that, but it would have to wait.When I met up. I just think you should talk about it. To someone, anyone. Do you talk to Lara about it?" "Lara knows that I don't talk about it, she respects that," I say, the agitation clear in my voice. "Jane, I'm worried about you." "Because my brother thinks I killed my parents? Really? I've lived with that since I was sixteen, Damien. That's not new to me. So don't start with the therapy shit, okay?" "What happened, Jane? How could you have had anything to do with it?" "They were coming to pick me up,. .” I began. “Oh, no, I’m not just going to stroke it, I’m going to suck you off very slowly. By the time I let you come your semen will be so tasty I’ll suck you dry,” she said, smacking her lips. Not wanting to sound disappointed I tried to inject a suggestion into the conversation. “Well, I was kind of hoping that this time we would get there together.” Her hand had begun softly stroking my shaft and I felt her fingers gently caressing my balls. It suddenly occurred to me that I might keep. Just a passing motion, perhaps. A barely-there brush of his hip, agentle movement of his thigh, something like that.I felt his left hand on my back, his large fingers spreading warmththrough my body. Then his hand slid further down, as he was directlybehind me, and he cupped my left bum cheek. Then he put some pressureon it, almost grabbed it. Certainly more than a caress. More than anaccidental meeting. Intentional. Loving, even.As he continued past me, his head was behind and over.