He hits the remote on the wall and the door begins to lower, blocking out our neighbors. Before it’s halfway down, his shorts are on the floor. By t...e time the door is closed, he’s not the only one naked. My blood races in my veins. I love the cock he’s fisting, I love it fucking me. His smile is smug. My desperate desire is why he comes to me. He knows how bad I want it, how deprived I am. My need strokes his ego as surely as his cock strokes my cunt. I jump up onto the edge of the pool table. Then he said the magic words, “Mom says to tell you that if you’re free, you could come out and have dinner with Grandma and her and me. They’re cooking now and we’re going to eat around 6 o’clock.”He slowly recited their home phone number, and then said, “If you can come, call back and Grandma will give you directions.”I looked at my watch. It was 3:40, still raining and looking good for another forty days and forty nights.I thought about Tad Gabriel’s incredible mother and began to hope that. “An’ you be married whitefella-style, too?”“We plan to. In Sydney. Where Sam’s mum, dad and grandfather live.”“Hmm. What university?”“The University of New England. It’s in Armidale in NSW.”“Hmm.”“It’s a bit more than two hours from Grafton and near six to Sydney.”“Hmm. You gonna study three-four years?”“Yes, sir.” “Yes, grandfather.”“Then you bring me grandkids?”“Certainly.”“OK then. I got no problem. You fine boy. Tessa fine girl.”“Should we do anything special? For the Adnyamathanha?”“No.. My family lives there, in Breda. Tell them I sent you. They will take you in." To Holland, father?" the boy cried with wide-open eyes."Yes, there is no other way."Thus, for the next hours, while his mother and sisters wept, and his brothers swore revenge against the Wolfgangers, his father gave him what advice he could give in the scarce time. Then, when it was time for him to leave, his mother gave him food for the journey in a knapsack he slung over his shoulder. She had also sewn a number of.