" Pause. "Mom can we talk?'Molly stood frozen looking at her son. Molly wanted to speak but she was at a loss for words and so she just stood there lo...oking at Ted. Molly tightened up seemingly to freeze as Ted came to her and put his arm around her shoulders. Taking the cup of coffee from her fingers he set it on the sink. Molly did not resist as together they moved down the hall towards Ted old room. Ed had started to move a desk and a couple of chairs in Ted's old bedroom. Ted's old bed was. A decrepit postcard taped haphazardly to the register sternly proclaimed:“In God We Trust.All Others Have to PAY!”That card had been taped in place by the owner, who still lived but rarely came around. A formerly rich stockbroker humbled by a serious of disastrous investment schemes, Richard Brooks had used his last remaining savings to buy the diner. He had renovated an old property that he had taken in trade for a long forgotten debt and opened the diner as a hedge against poverty. Over the. What a shock it was to see Paul sitting on a bale with his shirt open and his overalls down around his knees. One hand was clutching his erect dick and the other hand was holding a magazine. I was mesmerized for a moment, taking it all in. I wasn’t shocked at the act of him masturbating, after all, I’d been jerking off since I was 11. But, I had never seen another guy jerking off. In my circle of acquaintances, we never even talked about it.I was excited and intrigued, watching him as he would. It looked up at him with beady black eyes. Its little clawed feet made a tik, tik, tik sound as it hopped from one foot to the other on the searing pavement. It opened its beak as if to say something profound-- thought fuck it and dropped down dead.Bumfelt studied the pigeon for a moment. It's wings fluttered as a bus hurtled by in a blast of engine noise and more heat.Poor bastard, thought Bumfelt, stepping over the dead bird. I know how you feel."Want me to drive?" asked Fussilli as they.