They placed their orders at Jake’s and sat in a corner booth. “Please Brynn,” Gilbert pleaded. It was a conundrum. You saw her. Brynn quickly rationalized regardless of clothing, what he was about to do was the same thing that he had already been doing … masturbating a grown man. He had done his part. Brynn, it’s why I look at pretty girls. Panic arose and it felt bad but was actually beneficial because it forced Brynn to choose and do it fast. Please someone to keep someone. Little pink shorts! And that heat was more pronounced, like a radiance, and like it was emanating the man’s sexual essence into Brynn’s pores, another act of immeasurable sexual portrayal. Mysterious—yes— enough to be respected. He didn’t know if he should mind and he chose to act as if he didn’t notice. Watch! As the sun doused itself in the ocean, Gilbert returned to park behind BattleLines and talked about the day and the unusual people they had seen. . “Tell you what, my daughters are grown and gone
