Her rocking was made worse into jerked bounces as she wide-eye and sputter'd : "Put that THING away. What? Are you nuts?" He responded back before he ...ould bite his tongue: "Stop swinging those big nipple tits, what the fuck do you think is causing this, DEAR OLD MOM?" He couldn't take the accusatory tone out of his voice. He wasn't just hard, he was Hard 3.0 and he couldn't just put it away, it was straight up, thick, heavy, drooling and showing no signs of sway or pulse. He gripped it hard. Not at all. Are you not feeling too good?"Christopher shook his head.They left, found a cab and went back to Andrea's flat. It was an unusually silent journey."Coffee?" asked Andrea when they arrived.Christopher nodded. "Yes, please," he almost whispered.Andrea looked at him questioningly. She had never seen him like this. She waited while he paid the cabbie and then, having already got out her keys, took his hand and almost pulled him to the door.As soon as they were inside she turned to him. It was funny becauseit was true."My grandmother started walking five miles a day when she turned sixty.She's ninety-seven now and we have no idea where the hell she is."Most of the other guys at the Stag Party table laughed, perhapssympathetically, and a woman at a table to my right laughed out loud.I turned towards her and smiled."I like to play chess with old men in the park, but it's hard to findthirty-two of them."She laughed again. Another couple of people at her table joined in.The Stag. "An intruder got to within fifty yards of the house before being caught by the dog," Bryan thought. "Something has to change."He sat down at his computer, to soak in a bit of the news of the day's goings on before turning in. Silver was asleep as evidenced by the heavy breathing, almost snoring sound that came from the bedroom.Looking through his email, there was a message from someone that he did not know. He clicked on it, thinking it would be junk mail that had not been filtered, but instead.