My ass cheeks, and even more so my balls, stung from the ointment, yetI did not dare to touch either. After setting the table I took the winefrom the ...freezer, and the appetizers out of the refrigerator, settingthem on the counter. The doorbell rang. I froze. It rang again. "Getthe door, little miss," She called out. I didn't know what to do. Howcould I go to the door looking like this? Who would be there? But whatwould she do to me if I didn't answer it? The burning sensation of myballs and. "Did he miss me too?"Charlie moaned, suddenly incapable of speech. He closed his eyes and nodded."Want me to make it feel good?"Charlie nodded once more, lightly placing his hand on her shoulder and motioning for her to slide down the bed."What are you doing?" She asked."What? I... just thought... umm... huh?"Christy laughed. "If you want me to suck it you can just ask, Charlie. You don't have to push my head down like some rape victim." No! I didn't... I mean, I'd never..." Shhhh," Christy. I hate to see that kind of thing and coughing to gettheir attention so I offered to pay their tickets. Allthree of them looked at me like I was mad but the olderwoman quickly said thank you and sat back down. I paidand he gave them their tickets and left us.There was silence in the compartment until the olderwoman started talking to the younger one rapidly in whatsounded like an argument but wasn’t. When she stoppedtalking the younger one nodded agreement and looked overat me smiling. She. “Yes.”And so we went to the reception. Chloe and the wedding party were taking pictures outside when we arrived. She waved me over and we started posing.At some point, my mom pulled me away. She looked upset. “Will you come over to dinner this Sunday? Chloe and Greg won’t be there.”I opened my mouth to say no. Not without Patrick. I wanted my parents to understand he was a part of me. But at the same time, I missed Mom and Dad. They were a part of me, too, and I couldn’t blame them for needing.