Cuddling and listening to music. I ran my fingertips across the scars he had on his arms. Seeing these scars reminded me of the scars I had, the scars...that can’t be seen only felt. I saw new scars on his arms. The scars jagged. My sight became blurry. Tears started to slide down my cheeks. His pain was my pain. I turned to face him. He smiled at me and said that he loved me as well. He loved me with all his heart. Told me how he could never do anything to harm me. Told me how he would change. I never pass up the chance to get a back rub, so off the shirt came. I lay facedown on the floor and Janet straddled my back on her knees. I groaned loudly as she dug her kneading fingers into my sore muscles."Boy, you're really tight," she exclaimed. "I'm going to have to get you to loosen up." Hopping up she trotted off to the bedroom and came back with a large vibrating massager. She plugged it in and ran the soothing device all over my upper back and shoulders.In moments, she had me reduced. A smile crossed his face and then he said, “I’ll bet I can do more push-ups than you.”“What?” Coach Slaughter said thinking he had misheard Sean.Pointing a finger at the coach, Sean said, “I bet I can do more push-ups than you.”Coach Slaughter broke out into laughter. The entire class burst out in laughter. The coach was in excellent shape and did a hundred push-ups every morning. He doubted Sean could do ten.He said, “You’re on.”“If I can do more push-ups than you, I get to spend the rest of. Mahler: Ah yes, the gun. I was wondering when that would make an appearance. But you haven’t explained why you had it with you.Bec: Yes, sorry I forgot. That was the bit I mucked up because you were obsessing about the truck.Comment: She picked up the third drawing which she had set aside and pushed it over to Mahler.Picture 3: This a drawing of a handgun sitting nestled inside an opened lockbox with a pair of magazines beside it and an opened ammunition box.Bec: It was sitting in Dad’s closet.
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