“What the hell are you doing?” he said.“What the hell’s wrong with you?” he went on in an even louder voice.“But I thought, after all that...happened last night that this is how you would want me to act.” I said nearly in tears. Chris just stared down at me smiling – his arms crossed in front of his chest and his big cock arching out in front of him. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.“What’s going on in there?” came older and familiar voice.It was the House Master, Mr. Cummings, making his. We are still college sophomores. Even we haveto learn how to grow and think deeper and the need for depth and he playswith my buttocks and reminds me I am naked, as I play with his and remindhim he is naked.We wear clothes of the other. It is as though we have exchanged eachother's flesh and mind and body and soul, as though we love each otherwith such an intensity that we give everything we have to each other. Werelinquish every cell, every organ, every molecule to the other, and howthen could. And you, you gave better blowjobs when you were twelve."I realized at that moment that Carl was completely serious about killing me and about possibly killing Ronnie. I was reacting in stress before this, but now it settled in.There are several stages of grief and I blew through them in a matter of seconds. I probably skipped over some, but I was grieving for myself and grieving for the future, or my lack thereof, so maybe the rules are a bit different.I had, I realized, already been in denial.. Mam and daddy had been doing that a lot lately and it made me sad."Oh,bloody well please yourselves,then",mam muttered and she slammed out of the kitchen so that the door looked like it might come of it's hinges.There was a silence as daddy looked at me with wide eyes.Then he patted my shoulder and whispered,"Oops,that's me not getting any tonight"Huh? What did THAT mean,'not getting any? I hadn't a clue but it clearly made daddy upset."Ah,don't you worry yourself son.It's just your mam being.