I'd learn. I was about to get a lesson."Don't you have anything to say?" she asked."I'm going to miss being your boyfriend," I said. I thought that so...nded sincere."That's it?" she asked incredulously."What can I say? I don't even know why you're breaking up." You could ask, if you even cared," she said.I was beginning to realize that things weren't going well. I also realized that there were things that shouldn't be talked about. "I care. Emily, the stuff we all did. I'm thinking that maybe we. ‘You saw all of me.’ I stood up and nodded, grabbed the waist of my jeans and pulled them down exposing my somewhat dark haired legs and all of my boxers with my half hard-on pressing up fully visible against my underpants with an inch of the shaft and my head sticking out. I put my thumbs in my underwear and hesitated before pulling them down, for a moment I thought my mother was going to laugh at my size, thought the thought left when I was reminded that Angel, my first and only partner,. "no that gold thing in front of it" harris saidsam huffed. Sam was a bit stuck up and didn't like for his time to be wasted, so he rolled his eyes and moved on. all Harris could think was how much an ass that guy was sometimes. if sam was gay harris would proudly fuck that little shits personal ego out of him. but the kid was notoriously straight and had thing against queer folk that probably stemmed from the rape his dad inflicted on him when he was a child. so harris kept shut about how much. I parked and waited in the lot in front of my apartment like someone who didn’t belong there. I got up and headed inside.I plopped down on the couch and closed my eyes. It was just past noon. My cell buzzed. I looked at the number; it was her. I didn’t bother to answer. What would have been the point. I knew what she was going to say. She’d been saying it a lot.If she showed up, we’d eat something, watch a little TV, and talk. I wasn’t enthused.“No mom, I tried to call him. He didn’t answer..