‘So, can you tell me some of the things you think would be seen in our community, if we were one?’ ‘Sure. The word that came to mind first was c...mpanionship. There is a little, but it isn’t what it could be.’ ‘What could it be?’ ‘Two months ago I went to Jack Gilbert’s funeral. He and Mildred were married forty-seven years. After the funeral I heard at least twenty-five people say to Mildred, ‘If you need anything, give me a call.’ I turned and faced the audience, ‘How many of you did she call?. I didn’t know what to say. I was surprised and angry and almost started to cry. Monica must have realized that I was getting emotional. She told me that I had one way out of the situation. I told her that I was sorry again and would do anything. Monica asked me again if I really wanted to fix the situation.I assured her I did.Monica then told me what I would have to do. She grabbed the little white vibrator and handed it to me. I was confused.She told me that I would have to use it…in front of. His semen was really thick and salty as it went down. Gulping my uncle's semen as best as I could I felt my father pounding me hard. His thrusts had gotten more and more erratic before he pulled out and came right on my back. He sprayed shots and shots of man goo all over my ass and back.I let out a long sigh of relief thinking that it was over but I was far from right. As I was getting up now on all fours my uncle grab me from behind and with one move his dick was balls deep in me he then. It's hard to describe. Real? Like, a whole new level of real--like, the kind of real that makes everything else seem a little bit unreal.It is solid black. On the front, there is a single line of golden print:Happy Birthday.Inside, he finds a note.You've been dealt a shitty hand, Marcus, but in the game of life you get to choose how to play. Do you want to play?Marcus shivers. The air seems cold. He feels like he's being watched. He feels like it matters, like the question is real, like he.