She wasn’t kidding. I went through them and picked out a bunch of men I liked. The first guy I met was James. I liked his picture because he had the...e big sad eyes. His face was on the average side, medium brown. He had some nice lips, though. Those big eyes are what got me. I’m a sucker for sad eyes. When I met him at a bar, I was pleasantly surprised. He was better looking in person than his picture. Handsome, actually. He was about 6’1, broad shoulders and a slim build. IT network guy. He. She smiled a good morning at me, and the relief that washed over me was all-encompassing. Abby still looked at me with love and trust, even if I didn't deserve either.So as before, life continued as normal. Abby recovered from the tonsilitis and returned to school. My own life was consumed with work and running the daily regimen of the house. The only new aspect of my life was how often I now needed to stroke my cock. The sight of Abby each morning in her short school uniform with the knee. Then Tracey and the other one – Briony – came over to me.“Bec, we’re really sorry about what happened,” said Tracey. “Neither of us knew anything about it. I promise you.”From my position on the floor I could see Tracey’s Playstation tucked under the TV where it was out of the way. I reached out an arm and pointed at it. Tracey turned and looked at it then turned back to me.“I forgot. It’ll take too long to pack it away now. How about I leave it with you for a week or so. You guys might like to. " Mom smiled back at me. "Did you take my comb?" Me?" I shook my head like she was going senile. "Why would I use your comb?"I have straight hair, long and black. It's kinky, especially at the ends, but nothing like my mom's. She has shorter hair and a real Afro, thick and tightly curled. Mine would probably be like that too, except I get it permed every week or two. I just think it looks better that way and it goes well with my pretty face. Being a black boy, I have brown eyes of course, but.