I sat there for minutes, just drinking-in his beautiful, innocent form and what had just happened. He was so sweet and innocent; he seemed quite unaware of what had happened last night and he just kept saying “Thank you” and “I’m really sorry”. Xxx “Of course I won’t say anything. Then I noticed the wet patch. Before I had a chance to say anything, the two guys straightened-up and attempted to look very serious, while one of them simply said,
“Um…sorry Mr. Then I noticed the wet patch. I clasped his bulge in one hand and gently squeezed. Knowing how much of a disciplinarian his father was, I figured the lad needed a break, so I decided to drag him inside and let him sleep it off. He was still laying face down, head to one side and mouth open, but now he was snoring gently. What was I to do?
