I mentioned several times in the telling of the story that my brain wasn’t working too well, that it was my lower brain doing much of my thinking th...at night. Well, it was my lower brain doing a lot of the remembering, as well. She could help piece it back together much more accurately than I could alone. I’d still love for her to write her feelings sometime, but that’s another story entirely.Anyway, Michelle helped with this rewrite, hopefully, bringing a little more accuracy into the words.The. . never thought I’d be lucky enough to court someone as wonderful as you. It’s not pressure to know that you want me. We just need time to figure out how this is going to work.”Toshi nodded in the artificial moonlight. “Do you remember the latest figures Jada gave us? Twelve guys left and a hundred women left, and most of the guys are people I consider monsters. We don’t have the culture to handle a situation like this. What can I hope for Mark? One night every two weeks with you?”Mark nodded. All three looked at me, with no response. I just muttered a 'fuck', and went on with “Dustin, you need to get ur butt upstairs now. “Ahhh Matthew, please let me stay” “Nope—close to your bedtime anyway” “Ahhh com'on” almost screaming. “Now look—I told you you could have that milk shake if you didn't act like a lil punk—now com'on” I grab him by the arm and start pulling him up the stairs. I decided to head for the kitchen, and fished out a piece of chocolate cake we brought from the. Taking showers together was nothing out of the ordinary , we always doubled up, especially during the school year,seems there was never enough Hot water to go around.We quietly entered the bathroom, Bill shut the door ,adjusted the water temp.and pushed me under the shower spray.The water was cold but warmed very quickly. Bill stepped in the shower with me, my eyes were drawn not to his cock at first but to his hairy chest and the way the water glistened against his dark red hair as it ran down.