Brown water seeped out from under the door of the bathroom onto the carpet.“I am not going back in there!” the boy ran off into a bedroom and slam...ed the door.“Well someone get in there, and god damned turn it off!” Mr. and Mrs. Simmons took no action to get up and deal with a plumbing emergency. It didn’t seem likely they would deal with their daughter’s situation either.Eventually, someone did go in the bathroom, but after turning off the water, they shut the door and used a blouse to sop up. It looks like every part of the outfit could be unbuckled to its components. My anonymity is guaranteed by a black-leather mask covering the upper part of my face while leaving my long, curly auburn hair to flow down my back to my waist. My white, round shoulders are naked. Below them begins the criss-crossing of leather, keeping two black triangles over my proud, firm breasts. A shiny stud is glistening just where my nipples should be. The leather straps leave most of my back, flanks and flat. Here I am standing in my mom’s best friend’s living room with my dong hanging out for all to see. I quickly cup my hands over my junk and continue with even more frenzied apologies. “Uh, it’s okay boy. You hungry or something?” She has this shocked look on her face and seems to be fidgeting. Before I can answer, she quietly walks out of the room.Breakfast is awkward as we sit in the silent house. Etta has placed everything I could possibly think of for breakfast on the table, but she is simply. She looked at me with those big beautiful eyes and tears welled and spilled slowly, large tears, eyes glistening. She wiped her cheek, inhaled deeply and nodded."Are you okay?" I asked.She nodded."You sure?"She nodded and wiped her other cheek."You don't look okay," I informed her. "You're crying."She nodded."Sweetheart, something more than a nod would be nice. Are you happy or sad? It's a bit difficult to figure out with those tears."Sasha moved into my side and leaned against me, her head on.