Daddy, I want more

ching our attention. Dr. Johnson went outdoor

er, "What's that?" in a playful tone,

iftly, "Fresh orange juic

orange to be a particularly unpleasant flavor. Those cookies would be easy enough for

ment. Swimming beside me, Dav

father. To this day, she has been attempting to woo him with sweet treats. Constriction set

we seldom get to hang together. My inte

ver to the glass table situated beneath the um

was mentioned in jest, Dr.suspicions Jonson's a

e to go back in t

ecommendation," D

we were submerged. I tried to move away from him, but he didn't u

not to have sexual

pression. Which begs the q

the

ter that, he no longer considered me a buddy but just a convenient object for rubbing his dick against. Truth hit me like a ton of bricks, an

ed into a block of wood. However, he obvi

d. Now that time has

as the soft slap of water against the pool's edge, and the tension wa

barked a

There was a cordless phone in his hand. It's the boss ca

Fuck." "My power supply gave out." He extended a han

r side, his face crunching u

n't be in today. I ha

alization seemed to strike both of us

r the stairs. Indeed, of course. I really apologize.

the seat cushion, and reached for the towel lying nearby.

have go." Maybe he was talking to his dad and I didn

sure, shown by the way he crosse

ing the towel around his hips and dashing o

be in the refreshing water. He hadn't considered sticking around to chat. Without even a farewell, he avoided

asperation. I can't believe he

as if having spending money for his approaching sophomore year was a matter

. I'm very sad for his loss. You

not...

is actions. Also, "we h

u're up to." "I know you wan

it his guilt. I feel terrible letting all this out. Assuming your taste runs towa