I always wanted to make myself believe that I was a senile bitter man but I knew in my heart I was a broken man who was waiting for his death ever sin...e the day he lost his children. Trust me when I tell you that I would have accepted all of you, even Darin, had you come to me before I found out about my terminal illness. Now that you will inherit my estate you will realize that despite having two big ass televisions in the house, and a house that was wired for sound, I never had cable TV or. "Take a look at the paper inside these envelopes and tell me what you think."They pulled the sheets from their coverings. Each was heavy, high-quality rag letter paper with a name and address printed in one corner. In the other corner was a small, extremely simplified version of one of Will's sketches.The sketches had been nudes. Alex had scanned them, reduced detail and cut away whole sections. The picture of Anne, for example, showed her hair and profile, a shoulder and the sweep of one bare. .. which, I suppose, is to be expected. Without Adam before me in his nubile, almost-eighteen-year-old, newly sexually awakened state, my cock needs its recovery time. I have one more chapter to write after this little interregnum, to describe the bittersweet end of those unreal three days with Adam. But don't worry: there is a sequel, and if these chapters have proved pleasurable and enjoyable, I will definitely write about re-encountering my divine lover five years later. But I am vain and. A part of my mind noticed that he—or she, or it, whatever— knew what time it was, anyhow. Did that mean Spook was in my time zone, or close to it? "May we talk again now?" Uh—" I stammered, belatedly realizing I hadn't planned this out. "Sure, I guess. But first will you let me talk to Lisa?" I will connect." I heard a ring, but this time only one and there she was."Hello?" Hey, Lee, I promised I'd call and—" Uh, mom, I'm sorry, I can't talk now. Let me call you later, OK?"Mom? What the.