He stumbled to the bathroom and started his morning routine. He was unemployed but his mom and dad had told him that he needed to stick to a series of... daily rituals even though he had nowhere specific to be. His day was supposed to be full of job hunting but these days he usually spent his free time staring at the ceiling and wishing he was somebody else. He let out a long sigh and continued going through the motions that the Gods of Hygiene dictated. Wash, dry, brush, comb, clip, tweeze, spray. "Take him downstairs, sell him off. I don't have much use for a runaway." He was a pretty one, as I recall. Creole, wasn't he?" Connelly wondered. "Like my boy here." Creole, yeah," Mr. Reiser said. "His mother was whore down in Orleans, a white woman who liked the dark meat." French?" Nathan asked, and there were some chuckles."All the whores in Orleans are French, aren't they?" Mr. Reiser laughed. "She sold that boy for food stamps." Ought to be a law against that." Connelly grinned."There. ’ Rosemary left the room again and soon after Glen heard her car start and drive off. He sat silent, waiting for Alan. Despite the outward calm he had managed to maintain, inside all was in turmoil. His world seemed to be falling apart around him. The trust and fidelity that he had thought existed between Rosemary and him self lay in ruins. The plans they had made that he thought she shared with him had been a lie. Having caught her out in two deceitful actions how could he ever trust her. Laying the ground work I got her one the bed one night and while engaged in foreplay I apologised for not being hung like those guys in the videos. “Don’t be silly honey. I enjoy your cock” she said. “Still” I said “I bet you sometimes wish I was bigger. It would be so erotic to see someone with a huge cock fucking you”. She smiled “as you said honey. The chance of that are zero. Now shut up and fuck me”. But I could tell she was thinking about it. To be truthful, so was I. But perhaps not in.