You are not crazy, just awful damned special. I’ll fall in love with you if I’m not careful.”“Would that be so bad?” I whispered back.She sa... up and gave me a serious look, “I’m not ready for love. I have a lot of compassion to give yet. You would be very special if you just came along for the ride as my very best friend for now. That would show compassion for me and I think you are very capable of that.”I nodded and we consummated our coupling, then set a date two days hence for our next. ‘Do I want to or not?’ I ponder, now taking several fingers and working the lather into my crevasse. My thoughts drift as I weigh the increasing desire to satisfy myself again with the growing recognition that the day is slipping away. My fingers slide deep inside me and I feel the walls of my cavern, smooth over here, ridged up there. I slip a finger into my anus and reach to try and touch the tips of my fingers to each other though the thin wall of the canal that separates them. I succeed and. Frankly, I was practically living with a perpetual hard-on as I knew that once I was gone, they were bound to become a whole lot closer. In fact, they began to make jokes about it. Dean would say something like “Don’t you worry, little brother, I’ll take care of ALL her needs while you’re gone.”“Oh, I’m sure you will, and she’ll love it.” I figured I might as well joke along with them.Mona would giggle and add something like, “Are you sure you can keep up with my needs, Dean? You’ve heard me. Alex, on the other hand, had no such delusions: the children were spoilt rotten and smoked, drank, took drugs, stole and slept around to their heart’s content. It was kind of ironic that they lived the stereotypical rock and roll lifestyle of their father. Jaime and Hannah had spent the first twelve and ten years respectively living in London with their mother and father, where they’d been spoilt rotten and for five or six years had been on the road touring with their father, Bevan, who was the.