The furniture had arrived at the same time as the TV -- a couch and a chair covered with fuzzy rust-coloured fabric. That chair followed me through my...next four moves, until my wife finally refused to have such a worn and ugly relic from the 70s in her house. I was in the basement of my childhood home, precisely as it should have been in the last couple of years we lived there in the mid-1980s.Mystery solved, I thought to myself. It's just a dream. An unusually vivid one, but still a dream. Go. It leads everyone here to believe that he was a member of the royal family, as he was never caught. That kind of thing didn’t surprise me in the least as I’d seen some pretty wild things up to this point in my life. Due to the jet lag I knew I wasn’t going to be going back to sleep. So, as I sipped my cold drink, I began to relax and think of the job I was here to do, but more importantly, my thoughts drifted back to the dream that had awakened me earlier. What was it about this girl that began. I get in bedand John leaves my room. I lay there a few minutes thinking of what justhappened. I drifted off to sleep.The next morning, I am up early and hit the kitchen for breakfast. I keepwaiting for Luke and John to come down. Mom finally comes down and tells meto finish my cereal because she is taking me to school. She said Luke andJohn left a note saying they left at 6am to get in some weight room liftingbefore school. I finish, and mom takes me to school. Another typicalboring day for me.. It's hard to hide a big fat cock stuffed in your . I'm sure my face went so red. Oh. So, so red. But instead of the outrage and disgust I'd expected to come on like a storm, soon to be followed by a request for my immediate and permanent departure, was something quite unexpected. There just below that cute little nose of hers was a cheshire cat grin. Seeing this, confused me at first, that is until she said, “Oh look at you, poor boy. I always knew you were a stroker. Please. Don't stop on my.