His best mate Charlie stopped repairing nets as they motored up to the fish board wharf to refuel. ‘Christ Dave their all up the duff, is that all y...our work?’ he asked with a grin. His question fired up Donna, she wrapped herself around Dave as he finished tying up. She moaned out loud so Charlie could hear, ‘Come on lover it’s at least an hour since we’ve had one, let’s do it.’ Betsy waking up to what Donna was doing sang out, ‘Not her Dave, it’s my turn.’ Laughing at the look on Charlie’s. They stayed until just two weeks before Thanksgiving. Mom and Dad along with my grandparents returned to the US when John Jr and Carolyn did on my old 767 for a family Thanksgiving. I stayed behind with my two kids, their nannies, and their Grandma Jane.In November, I was contacted by the City of New York. They wanted me to be on the memorial committee for the North Tower site. I declined, but told them I’d like to submit a design to the committee.My submitted design turned the area around the. “I know I don’t want to have sex with you or any man. Even my beautiful pseudo son.”“Nothing pseudo about it,” Charlie said. “I may not call you dad. I have an asshole I call that. But you have always been.”“Thanks,” Joe sniffled. “It’s definitely an aversion, Eddie. Whether from fear or aesthetic disconnection, I have no idea.”“Maybe it’s an ingrained macho thing from our life in small town small minded Minnesota. I know it’s what kept me in the closet for so many years. That and not freaking. We don’t normally kiss like this, but I like it, we stay like that for a moment before he pushes me again. “Stop, Riley. I’m not dressed yet.” He pouts, and that’s when I notice he’s still in his normal clothes. I sigh and roll off of him laying back on the bed as he gets up, giving me a small half-smile. “Hurry up.” I grumble, giving him a look. He doesn’t. He takes his sweet fucking time in the bathroom, before coming back out again. My brows raise, and I scoot back on the bed a bit, sitting.