.. can we?" Certainly we can, Terry! We can do anything anywhere! You don't mindfucking little Wendy on the beach, do you? I don't see why we can't fo...laround on our own private sun deck!" Sheila said in mock amazement,rubbing her thumb over the extremely sensitive head of her son's swollendick, making him jump with pleasure-pain."H ... how did you know? About me fucking Wendy on the beach I mean?"Terry asked, staring into his mother's glittering eyes."I don't think I'll tell you, darling!" She. It was fascinating the way it bent and wound.“Can we talk?” my wife asked.“Yeah,” I said, nodding my head, my eyes staring at the necklace. She twisted it, changing how the crack looked. It magnified and warped as she shifted the faceted crystal. Another flash of light crossed my eyes.The tension melted from my shoulders.“Talking sounds nice.”“Good,” my wife said. She took my hand while she kept playing with her new amulet. She gripped me tight and turned me around in the hallway. I followed. He grabbed the handle and shook it then prepared to take a step back ready to kick it in when it opened. She stood there in a damp cotton bathrobe that clung to her skin. Her face was flushed, eyes sleepy, hair hanging down over her shoulders in mussed waves of spun gold. She blinked owlishly at him as if she couldn’t quite fathom who he was and what he was doing at her door making all that racket. ‘Are you all right?’ He grabbed her arms, pushing her back into the apartment and looking around. "He said to tell you he won't be home til about 9 so don't be nice to me whilst he's out." Callum finally made eye contact with me "Oh that's fine, want to watch a film?" I suggested knowing this could be a prime opportunity to spend more time with him. Callum sat on one side of the sofa and me the other. I couldn't make the first move, I didn't have the courage to. We ended up watching a horror film with all the lights out and it was dark outside too, because Callum bet that I wouldn't be able.