" You don't have to..." Nonsense. I've read it like a million times." Would you read it to me?" I never read it out loud. It has the voice in my head ...f Father. I remember his voice: kind of deep and resonant like when he spoke the earth would shake like Zeus and his thunder." He had a wonderful voice. I like yours too." Hers had a deepness with sort of a subtle tremolo as if a higher tone somehow overlapped it. Slightly roughened, it could be cigarettes or singing. She didn't smoke.She read. . Maybe it was the evasive way he answered my question about his porn habits.Or maybe, as they say, the wish is father to the thought. Maybe I wanted him to come on to me.Because there’s something I have omitted to tell you so far; that I am not totally unacquainted with other guy’s bodies.Like many teenage boys, I had done some experimenting, most of it when I was around sixteen, with a guy I’d known since kindergarten. We did some jacking off together, then some jacking off of each other. We. Anyways though, as for my girlfriend? She's a little sweetheart. I'll admit she is basically a smaller and nerdier version of my mother without the grays or extra color oh and the tan. Maybe it was a mental thing to want someone like my mom, at least in physical appearance.So... the day finally came when I went over to the mother's house to drop off a package. Guess she ordered something using my address by mistake again. Not a lot of homes in her area were taken because of how expensive they. The scouts will like Brad for that shooting ability,” Dan added.“Jake said he came second in the accuracy shooting competition,” Wendy mentioned.“Teams are always looking for a player with a good, accurate shot,” Dan supported.“We’ll have most of the evening to ourselves,” Tina began. “Dan, Karen, Wendy, Brad, and Jake’s girlfriends, Abby, and Tiffany will be going to Oshawa to watch the boy’s hockey game.”Tina had explained to her parents there were no extra rooms in their home. They were fine.