“And you never do anything against their will, right?”“Mom, come on. If I did that, they wouldn’t go out with me again.”“I know boys have ...rges, Bobby, especially when they get to your age.”I almost asked her if she was going to have the same talk with me that she had with Cathy, but then she’d know that I knew about her talk with Cathy, and I was pretty sure Cathy didn’t want that.“I’m handling my urges just fine,” I said.“Good. A lot of parents think masturbation is wrong, but not your father. Satisfied with the result, he stood and stretched as the flames licked up over the new wood. In profile to us, we saw only the black silhouette of his body against the bright flames behind him. He looked huge in that dim light, tall, his powerful arms stretched out, his torso thick and solid and tapering in from muscular shoulders and a deep chest to a narrower stomach and waist. His ass was also muscular, blocky and square, and his thighs were like tree trunks, thick and sturdy.In front of it. ‘That’s not what I’ve heard about those days. I’ll bet your Aunt Doro will tell you that, too.’ She was right. ‘Jimmy Sanborn?’ Aunt Doro recalled that evening over dinner. Kelly listened raptly as the older woman unfurled her tale of their hated supervisor. ‘Yes,’ she continued crisply, setting her teacup down. ‘Class of sixty-one, I think, and he was an arrogant little so-and-so even back then. Yes, I’m sure, sixty-one. Complete smarm, that was Jimmy. I’m not surprised he’s no fun to work. He had been exceptionally pleased when his boss had mentioned, at a recent appraisal, that a few of the "regulars" were very pleased with him indeed. Upon reaching the door of the lovely Mrs. Atkin, for whom he had a particular soft spot, Stephen gave a sigh, knocked lightly on the door and let himself in. The house was small and cluttered with ageing furniture and assorted knick knacks, the origin of many of which Stephen had often wondered at on his thrice-weekly visits. A grandfather clock,.