She seemed slightly jumpy about it, but merely announced as she climbed down to go and change, ‘I’ve checked around, and there’s nothing amiss.�...� As she reached the ground, she told Chris to start lighting up. As she had done yesterday (he smiled as he thought of yesterday and ‘she’) he checked the grate for clinker, then opened the coal doors to fill the grate. He was intrigued by the fall of the coal. It was sort of heaped up at the sides with a dip in the centre that was almost flat. That was. God, he was so cute. I couldn’t believe that someone so cute and nice was brothers with my ex. God, my ex. That was the first time I called him that. ‘Are you okay?’ he asked, pushing off the wall and slowly walked toward me as I sat down. ‘Jonathan?’ he whispered, looking down at me. ‘Yeah,’ I replied in a soft whisper. ‘You’re still upset about it?’ Still upset about it? It was only yesterday, not even a full twenty-four hours since having my heart broken, crushed, and ripped into pieces.. "I happen to be 47," she revealed. "Oh my God, that's older than my mom!" "And just what do you think she would have to say about this?", she asked. "Well, she doesn't have to find out, does she?" he joked. "My mom just turned 45 last month, but she looks a lot older than you do. Believe me, you look at least ten years younger than you are," he offered truthfully. "You really are a beautiful boy, Todd," she whispered as she patted his cheek with her cool hand. He reached his hand up to her. I should have hit him and screamed. But, I didn’t. I giggled instead and kept my eyes on his hand that was now smearing the suntan oil deeper into my skin. I couldn’t bear to look at his face. “What are you doing?” I asked and this time my voice came out hoarse. “This is what you want, isn’t it?” he asked, squeezing my thigh lightly. I shook my head no, yet still didn’t move. His hand traveled all the way to my knee, circled around it and came back up the thigh, touching my bikini. “Are you.