Save it for picking.”“Always do, mother,” Bud sighed at his worrywart of a wife.“Have you updated the GPS?” Belle asked as she burst into th... kitchen, tying her long, blonde hair back into the requisite ponytail. “Bankroll? Metal detector?”“Done. And done,” he father nodded. For a scatterbrained 16-year-old, his daughter was remarkably organized when they went on a pick trip. This one would take them some 300 miles downstate, and would likely be, in part, on some desert terrain. So, Belle. I was also listening to their conversation, as Janet squeezed my balls making me wince and every so often.Janet whined, "I don't know if I should fuck him, he likes that and I really like hurting him" ! Kathleen answered, "Well you could crush fuck him, I do it to Andy Stevens all the time, it is good fun". "Euch you didn't tell me you fucked him, he is gross how could you" ? Kathleen laughed, "I know but he is like David, a little runt, when I sit on him he can't get me off and I can do what I. "Listen, our situation is a bit unfair right now. I mean considering what you saw a few days ago, I aint see nothing yet. So finish up your pasta, I would like you to show my office." "Really? Like now?" I asked. "Now is a good time as ever so yes, now. We're still on a lunch break plus a senior worker like yourself can surely squeeze a extra few minutes." I felt like I wanted to run. I don't know where tho, probably to her office. She once again took my hand in hers and said we should go. We. ..if he's your friend, he will accept the fact that...well...you like boys...maybe?" That's what I thought to myself everyday....on my bed, I'd always look at the mirror, trying to find something wrong on my way of being...the thing is...I was actually an introverted kid...girls from school used to say that I'd grow up as some crazy adult and kill everyone...I never gave much attention to it...but of course...I deserved that...I was basically an emotionless kid...walking around with black.