Ah well,I should have expected it. The rest of the house was doused in silencewhen I gave up trying to sleep at nine o'clock. I just wanted to go tobe.... To lie there next to Sam and fall back to sleep snuggled up againsthim. I started a pot of coffee and ran upstairs to take a shower. The hell with everybody. I smiled at myself in the mirror as I removedone of the little blue pills from the blister pack, one of the anti-androgens from the bottle, and washed them down with some tepid water.. " Daddy thanked him and dragged me out of the kitchen to receive it. I stuttered my thanks and muttered something about it only being the Christian thing to do. It was a bar of Indian chocolate, quite different from our Cadbury's.Mummy kept conspicuously out of sight during Mr. Jones's visit but later I heard her arguing that daddy shouldn't have accepted the gift or even allowed him in the house.Our art course, which both Jamil and I excelled in and enjoyed, consisted of four modules of nine. The more I hear them talk about the impending prom night bacchanalia the more concerned I become that they won’t last until Friday night and will wear themselves out jerking off every time they get to thinking about what they are anticipating. When Wednesday rolls around Michael comes home from school and proceeds to toss his book satchel across the room. Kelly asks him what wrong to which he replies “I’m fucked. That’s all.” “What the hell is wrong this time?” Kelly asked him. “Well only that. I’m Dennis Baxter, and I’m travelling up and daan the country, meeting interesting ladies, and introducing them to the delights of my boy Casanova...” He indicates the dog by his side. “ ... And his huge cock!”We cut to a shot of Dennis standing outside a shopfront with frosted windows and red lettering indicating that it belongs to “APPLEGATE’S OPTICIANS”. He continues his introduction. “Inside this quiet little shop, there’s a young lady who’s making her own way in the world, and says she.