When I was with him, I always thought he cared, but didn't know how to show it. But sometimes, like, when I caught him lying to me, sometimes it was l...ke he believed the lie to the point that he couldn't tell me the truth. Does that make any sense? It was like... he'd convince himself that everything he said was true. It's what makes him a good liar, I think." I don't care why he lies," I said honestly. "I just want to beat the shit out of him for it." Luke turned his head, studied my serene. After the break, Special K assumed it was her turn. I couldn’t turn her down. I figured she could learn the Promenade Move. She was always giggling when she saw Claire doing it.“Special K, I am going to teach you the Promenade. You have seen Claire do it ... Do you think you can do it?”“Anything you want to teach me, I will learn how to do, X,” she quickly replied.Claire got up to show K how to do it. K was nice to her and tried it and did it, spot on.Claire sat back down. I heard her say to my. "... if you ever tell anyone about it or about her, I'll cut your nuts off." Oh, jeez, Brian, do you mean it?" About cutting your nuts off?" No, Brian. About getting me laid." Yeah, Mike. I mean it."Brian called me three days later. "What are you doing this Saturday, Mike?" Hanging out. Why?" I want to give you your Christmas present. Mike? Are you still there?" Yes," I squeaked."Tell your mother we'll be spending Saturday together. I'll call her later to confirm it. The story is we're going. We'd probably still be there, playing with each other, but my stomach had recovered sufficiently from the night's abuse that it began to growl with hunger. We discussed the relative merits of privacy to discuss our situation as compared to a proper meal for the two of them, since I had only human foodstuffs in the flat, and finally came down on the side of privacy.I told them to clean up, while I prepared the kitchen for use. It was a bit sloppy, but not nearly as unsanitary as the bathroom, so.