I showed them the guest room, they moved in and began unpacking. After about thirty minutes, they both came into the main room where I was sitting on the sofa.“Brian, you have a very lovely home here.” Mrs. Timmons remarked.“Thanks, but it’s not mine, I am only subletting for a couple of years. I will eventually have to buy something myself.” I replied.We talked for a while, most about nothing that meant much at all. I couldn’t help but be saddened as I sat with them. Before we had lost Courtney, these people were like family to me, we were inseparable. Now, it was hard just to maintain a fluid conversation. Mr. Timmons love of football had waned considerable, he barely brought it up anymore.Later that evening, I took them to dinner at a really nice restaurant, then dropped them off back at the condo. I had one thing left to do, prior to tomorrow’s dedication, it had to be done at night. I drove over to the hospital about nine that evening, I met with one of the contractor’s who. I remembered a skimpy bikini, laces tied at the side, acres of bare skin and small triangles of cloth not hiding her modesty at all. I let images flood in as I stroked my aching erection and imagined what her hidden charms might look like, what a naked fourteen-year-old body would look like. Thinking of holding her delicate breast and feeling the inside of her slender thigh, I let my guard down and masturbated to a strong, strong orgasm. Guilt rushed in to erase the sweet pleasure. I condemned my weakness and renewed my commitment to behave. I also slept badly.WEATHER'S EYES POPPED OPEN, morning light brightening her room. It was if her mind had been working through the night. She saw the intricately carved old ebony-dark chest of drawers, the chair with her clothes from yesterday draped over the back of it. From below she heard the crash of a pot or pan falling to the floor followed by a string of curses. She smiled at Aidan's swearing. With some people they'd say the most innocuous.
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