Grant then gestured that I should pull my arm out of Griff quickly, before instantly spearing his hand into Griff’s backside up to his wrist, in one...fell swoop.The roar that emanated from Griff was earth shattering. As Griff grunted and wailed like a wounded bear, Grant began pushing his arm in ever deeper. By now, Griff was banging his head on the bed as he uttered unearthly sounds.“Must I stop?” Grant barked.“Fuck no,” Griff answered.“Do you want me to go deeper?” Grant yelled.“Fuck yeah,”. His hand came up and gently wipedaway some of the tears from my face and he smiled a sad kind of smile."Don't cry, Holly." He said, gently. "You knew this day was coming,just like I did. I know it isn't easy for you. It isn't easy for meeither, Holly, but it has to be. I have things I have to do and so doyou and we can't do them if I stay here, so as much as I'd LIKE tostay here with you, I can't."He pulled me close into a tender hug and I could feel him take a deep,ragged breath."I'll never. He drive’s Carl crazy. I guess he’s supposed to. It’s what teenagers do, right? But I’ve always gotten along well with him, probably because raising him right isn’t my job. Terrell tells me things he’d never tell his parents and he trusts me not to rat him out. I trust him, too. So I felt comfortable saying, “If all you and your friends want is to get laid...”I looked over in the direction of the front of the building where Riley and Tracy were presumably waiting for our order to be filled and. “Okay, Okay,” he relented as he set his bowl down, “I’ll get it.”Brendan disappeared down the hall into their bedroom. He emerged with a large Amazon box in hand and set it on the couch between them, “Merry Christmas.”Samantha grinned ear to ear and dug into box, throwing the packing paper out until she got to the first sealed white bag. It was heavier than she imagined it would be as she tore in open.The smell of leather wafted out as she pulled the gift from its bag. It seemed like a tangle.