5:00 is just too early for me, I can't do it. I check e-mails on my phone to make sure I don't have any pressing work messages (I manage a sales team ...t a bank). Nothing. I reluctantly roll out of bed and already hear Sandy moving around downstairs in the kitchen area. Damn, that girl's always active. Knowing my parents will be picking our little ones up in a few hours, I start my day. (Sandy)Making a post-workout meal of egg whites, blueberries, a small cup of oatmeal with a scoop of peanut. At once Skipper ran to her side, and she walked briskly over the beaten earth of the yard to the cowshed, her hand resting on the big dog's furry head, to enter the smelly warmth of the cowshed.CHAPTER TWO Returning to the grateful heat of the kitchen, her skin blotched blue and red with the cold, the Elf drank a full mug of creamy milk, still warm from Crumbock's udder. She couldn't resist a giggle at her old self as she drank, the old Sharon had always bought milk in cardboard cartons or. Something he would plan in advance and savour the prospect. Something to reflect on after the event and inevitably about which to feel some degree of shame. But always something ultimately more satisfying and more exciting than downloading images off the Internet, poring through glossy magazines or watching women in improbable ecstasy on DVDs. The feel of real warm flesh against his own skin, his penis tugged and pulled and sucked, and then sometimes the pleasure of penetration (always a little. My name is Rory and I’m eighteen. My brother is Derek and he’s seventeen. Actually, I’m almost two years older because he just turned seventeen a couple of months ago, and I’ll be nineteen in less than two months. I was nine and Derek eight when our father was killed in a car crash. They said he was drunk, and I can believe it. He was drunk a lot of times. He didn’t have any insurance, and we’d never had much money anyway, so we were in kind of a tight place. In the following years we lived in.