Jason shut down his computer and exited his room. He heard muffled noises from the basement, likely his father at work breaking down the cardboard box...es that had accumulated. Henry tended to jump on weekend chores early after a fight with Audrey.Jason set his jaw and marched down the basement stairs. His father did not even turn around when he spoke. "You're early, son."Jason paused at the bottom step. His father's Aura had changed again. The patterns were more ordered now, the slithery. ”“Oh yeah! I do have an expressive face. My bad.”“You good, boss!”“Don’t call me that. We’re equals.”“Nah, mane! You da boss.”“I guess,” laughed Shawn.“I’m fah real. You got shit together. Married. k**. House. I want dat shit!”“You can get it. Just make sure it’s what you really want.”“Bet.”They ordered another round of alcohol.“How often you be goin’ to da gym,” Mario inquired.“Three or four times a week,” shared Shawn.“Damn! You got dat beefed up ass I see.”“What?!?!?!”“Calm down, boss. I’m. " No, I mean it's weird that I'm not weirded out by that or anything." Oh. You're not?" Nah. Huh. Never really knew about that before. Guess it explains why I've never really taken an interest in any guys. Sure I'll roll around in the sack with 'em, but never really liked any of 'em. Never really thought about girls, though." Faith. Can I... can I try something?" Eh, sure. Why not? Lay it on me, Red." Lay what on you?" Kiss me. You know you want to." Oh. Right. My mind was... elsewhere." Willow. .. "Hmmph," Dumbjohn grunted. "Next you'll want your hands..." It'd help! I can't go anywhere, tacked to a board..." Tabitha realized that she'd gone too far when the sonofabitch torturing her got a speculative look on his face. "Uh, but it's not important. I've got my mouth -- that's enough..."It was too late, though; Dumbjohn was thinking. "So, what COULD you do with your hands free?" Ummm, jack the shaft... Play with your balls... Some guys like prostate massage... The usual..." Why didn't.