Burt was unattached at the time having recently broke up with his long time fiancée and a bit wary of females as his ex fiancée had treated him badl...y. I guess I felt sorry for him so we moved on to a bar we used to spend evening in and by closing time we all felt quite mellow so Burt invited us to his house he,d inherited from his parents, his father having died years before, his mother a year ago. His house certainly brought back the memories to me as he broke out a bottle of Jack Daniels for. “What do you see when you look at the picture, Dad?”He hesitated for a moment.“I see you and me holding each other. I see your mother’s painting. I think it’s one of the best paintings your mother has done.”“It never actually happened, did it? You never actually held me like that?”Dad didn’t say anything but I could see the answer in his face.“I didn’t think so. But sometimes you look at it and wish that you did. You wish that you could have held me like that, even if it was only once.”Dad was. " He passed the folder to the nearest guy. "She lives about three minutes drive away and is ready for anyone right now. "Fucking hell!" Said the guy flicking through the pages of the folder. "Is this for real?" "Yes, but I'm not messing about. If you would like to come then follow me now. I will explain what will happen when we get outside. "The folder was quickly passed around the five of them, each of them looking at each other- silently asking - should we or shouldn't we? Dave stood by his. Nervous for my first day, I made sure to go to the writer’s club a week before school to make a friend or two. When I walked in, a tall, muscular, tan man with light green eyes and a smile that could make a thousand orgasms occur spontaneously, came up to me and handed me a sheet of paper. I didn’t think I could utter a word and he smirked and introduced himself as Chad, then asked me to sit next to him. I filled out the form but the whole time I was just thinking about the tightness of his.