The foot upon the peddle turned the wheel at the side. A belt connected it to another smaller wheel that turned a wheel upon the sewing machine. The n...edle went up and down. And with it the threads of time. They caught on other threads from the bobbin beneath. Stitches formed. Some so tight that they puckered the fabric. Others too loose to hold the pieces together. And some just perfect. Perfect for as long as they lasted anyway. She found the tiny silk rose bud that she had bought just for. That wasn’t the outcome I was looking for, especially since I was soon to be seeing my mom and dad for the first time in over two weeks. I missed them all, especially my little girl and my lover, Mikey. James’ cum was still in my hair when we arrived at my parent’s home and it was impossible to hide it when they brought my daughter to meet me at the door. “Someone has been busy I see.” My mom joked as she handed me my daughter to hug and kiss. After giving my little girl her much needed. The next evening I went back down there and took up a spot on a corner after a short while a car puled up and the window rolled down the guy was a big man kind of bearish but not bad looking "You working?" He asked me I nodded he said "How much for a fuck?" I had no idea the going rate for sex so I just made up a number "Fifty bucks!" I stated he said okay too quickly and I knew I said too little a price but what the hell this was my first experience so I got in and we drove to an even darker. Apart from him always telling me about his jobs and the tools he would love to buy, sexual topics were also often spoken about. When he learned that I was gay, he decisively mentioned that he wasn’t part of my ‘culture’.Quarters openly admitted that he seldom got lucky with women, qualifying this by mentioning that being as poor as he was, he couldn’t take women out on a date. He did, however, get lucky from time to time on one of his jobs, and these stories he embellished to the fullest..