Ben, quivering with need, could barely talk. Mrs. Decker had launched into a long story about what she’d gone through when she was trying to decide ...which college to go to. Ginger’s mouth descended over Ben’s cock and her tongue lashed the veined sides of the throbbing spear as she moved her head up and down. Ben put his hand over the mouthpiece so his caller couldn’t hear the groans of delight Ginger’s actions were causing. Then he felt it. ‘Oh, no!!! I’m…I’m commminnnngggg!!!!’ Ben thought as. No response. I waited for a few seconds. Then I turned and started hurdling away when a rich voice spoke from behind, “Where are you going ?” I turned back, and there he was. He signalled me to stay quiet and ushered me into his hut.It was a nice cosy place. A light bulb hung from the ceiling illuminating the yellow walls. The slow wind was blowing in through a ventilator at the top. He had a choir mat and a few beedis lying around. There was a small suitcase with a few spare clothes.He latched. ‘Mom saw Danny eating the sucker with the Taro ant poison on it and her and dad tried to get Danny to throw it up. I guess they’re taking him to the doctor to get a shot or something.’ In my young mind that’s what I thought. If you got sick, you got a shot and you got better. A shot wasn’t going to kill my brother. Three hours later, my dad carried in my brother, limp as a dishrag. All us kids watched wide-eyed as he gently laid Danny down on his bed and covered him up. What kind of shot could. “Heaven! Heaven! Heaven!” I repeat it like an annoying k** that’s asking whether they’ve reached the destination; and what about now? And now? How about now?“Stop!” she punches my arm.“Don’t hit me! That’s homophobic!”She rolls her eyes.“So, the night went horribly,” I say. “He hated everything about you and never wants to see you again, the end. Was it so difficult?”“You’re such a cunt…”“So start talking, bitch!”“Oh, my God!” she groans. “You’re so annoying, do you know that?”I laugh.“The date.