Date: Mon, 15 Feb 2021 21:53:49 +0000
From: "Jankin Noff (via Google Docs)" <jinoff930@gmail.com>
Subject: Riding Out The Storm Part 4

This is a fictional story, none of these people really exist. In many
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This story contains scenes of young teens and preteens engaging in sexual
activity, if this offends you then leave now.


Okay now that all the prudes are gone let me tell you that this is not a
quick jackoff story, I try to develop a relationship between my characters,
this story is more about boys coming to terms with who they are not how
often they get their rocks off or you get yours. There is nothing wrong
with that type of story and there are plenty here on Nifty that do just
that, if that is what you are in the mood for go ahead and find one it
won't bother me.


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That night when they talk the conversation quickly turns to hushed whispers
about how much they enjoyed the things that they had done and Kenneth
mentions that tomorrow he will show him other things that they can
do. "What more is there?" Senan asks, his voice hushed and his eyes going
down the hall to make certain that neither of his parents are within
hearing distance.

"Oh, there's lots more, at least according to some of the guys I've talked
to at school." Kenneth replies but when asked about what he had heard he
refuses to divulge anything else, just a mysterious "you'll see" with a
small chuckle attached to it...

"I've heard some of the older guys talking about things but I never really
paid attention to what they were saying. Maybe next time I'll join in on
the talk." Senan says, happy to think that he finally has done something
that some of the older kids at school would be interested in.

"I'd be careful about that Senan, everyone does the same things we did but
no one likes to talk about it. Maybe with a few close friends, like we are,
but really that's it. If you say the wrong thing to the wrong person it
could start a whole bunch of more name-calling and teasing." Kenneth loves
what they did and doesn't want to worry Senan or get him to think that
there was anything wrong with what they did, but he knew how some of the
other kids would act if Senan talked about masturbation and he wanted to
help his friend avoid the teasing.

It wasn't much longer and the boys were saying good night to each other
with a promise to get together again the next day. Senan goes to bed happy,
he finally has an understanding of the strange feelings he'd been
experiencing, although he knows that there is more to it than just what
he'd experienced that day at least he knew he was beginning to understand
and he was happy with that.

Kenneth slipped under his covers and put his head on his pillow, smiling in
the dark room. As he thinks back to the day and what he might be able to
get Senan to do tomorrow he starts to get hard again, disappointed that
Senan wasn't making any cum yet as he really wants to taste it, he decides
to not masturbate tonight, he wants to have as much cum as he can for the
next day. It is difficult, he is changing his new nightly routine, but he
holds off and finally falls asleep.

Quinn strips down to his boxers and lays down on his bed exhausted, having
spent the entire day with his friends Jax and Davis, running all over town
and raising hell wherever they went. They too had spent some time in the
park and Quinn thinks back to when they all needed to pee at the same
time. He's not certain who mentioned it first but it didn't matter, as soon
as one boy said it they all felt the urge to empty their bladders. He won't
forget that sight for a long time, all three of them standing in a line,
cocks out and peeing into the bushes. Of course, he was standing in the
middle of the group so he could see both his friends, even though he's
already seen Jax's dick he doesn't mind seeing it again and he wants to
know how big Davis is. Not that he could see anything at first, which led
Quinn to believe that Davis isn't very big, at least not as big as him or
Jax. He finally did see a quick flash when Davis was tucking his dick back
into his pants which convinces him that he was right.

Thinking back to what he saw Quinn realizes that Davis is not small like a
little kid, hell he even saw a little bit of dick hair, he just figures
that Davis is just not that large is all, "That probably explains why we
can never get him to talk about sex or do stuff, and whenever we talk about
beating off he wants to change the subject. Not like Jax and me, when we
get horny we take care of it, no shame in our game." He says to himself as
he thinks back to last weekend. By now Quinn has started to play with his
dick a little and the more he thinks about him and Jax masturbating
together the harder he gets. He slips his boxers all the way off, throws
his covers off his body, and starts a slow tug on his five-inch dick, he
doesn't want to rush this orgasm, he wants it to feel really good and try
to make it last as long as he can. Just as he is considering going into the
bathroom to get some lotion he gets interrupted by something smacking
against his bedroom window.

Thump, rustle, rustle. Thump, rustle, rustle. Once he hears it repeat a
third time he slips his boxers on and goes to his window to see what is
happening. Standing in his yard is Jax, one shoe off and lying on the
ground as he throws a balled-up sock at his window. Quinn smiles at his
friend as his dick starts to harden thinking of the fun they can
have. Making a "one-minute" motion with his hand he then points to the door
and then to both of them. Hoping his friend understands he hurries down to
the door he just pointed to.

Jax was horny, he always gets horny when he is around his friends and the
fact that Davis doesn't want to play any sex games just makes him
hornier. Fortunately for him, he's pretty sure that he can get Quinn to
play again, and if he's lucky maybe they can stroke each other's dicks this
time, if he's really lucky he might get Quinn to do even more. Hoping for
the best he goes to the door that Quinn pointed at and is rewarded when
Quinn opens it a minute later, wearing nothing but his boxers.

"Hey, I was just wandering the neighborhood and saw your light on." Jax
says quietly, aware of how much trouble both of them would be in if Quinn's
dad woke up and found them.

"Again with that story? Try a different one this time." Quinn responds,
equally quiet but with a smile on his face.

"Okay, truthfully I was horny and was hoping you'd want to do stuff again."
Jax rubs himself through his jeans and looks down at Quinn's crotch, seeing
the tent in his underwear gives him reason to believe he will be
successful.

"Sure, but let's stay outside this time so we can be a little noisier,
we'll go back to the shed." With that Quinn leads the way to the back of
his yard. Fortunately, there is a street light that gives them enough light
to see by as late in the evening a large bank of storm clouds came in
leaving the sky both dark and cold.

Opening up the garden shed they enter and are thankful for the light from
the street, as it penetrates just far enough that they can see fine. Quinn
lowers his underwear as Jax drops his pants, revealing that he isn't
wearing any underwear. Jax smiles as he notices the look on Quinn's
face. "What can I say, I came prepared."

Quinn chuckles and starts to wrap his fingers around his dick when Jax
interrupts him.

"Hold on a second I was wondering if maybe you wanted to try something a
little different?" His tone lifts at the end, indicating a question, giving
himself a way out just in case Quinn thinks his idea is too weird.

"What did you have in mind?" Quinn's mind is running wild with
possibilities, he has engaged in the conversations at school, the ones that
center around sex, and has lied about all the things he'd supposedly done
along with everyone else. Now at last he might get to actually experience
some of them, depending on what Jax suggests.

"Well, we don't have that movie to help us so I thought maybe we could help
each other out instead." He's a little nervous as he suggests the idea and
doesn't want to fully commit to his idea without first trying to see how
adventurous his friend is willing to be.

"What, you mean like we'd do each other? I'd be willing to help you if you
would help me. There's nothing else we can use for excitement." Quinn
answers noncommittally, he's interested but doesn't want to appear too
interested, just in case. When Jax takes a step toward him, led by his hard
dick, he reaches out nervously, fingers outstretched. Jax doesn't stop him
as he wraps his fingers around his friend's dick, and starts to slowly
stroke him, the feel of someone else's dick in his hand is an odd one, his
hand feels the familiar sensation of being wrapped around a firm but spongy
pole and they are close enough in size that the rhythm is the same, but his
dick doesn't feel the same sensation as his hand does and that is both
exciting and different. His eyes are closed and he is listening to Jax moan
in pleasure, then Quinn feels Jax grab his dick and give him a slow, firm
stroke and it sends him right to the edge.

Neither of them lasts long as the excitement of what they are doing takes
over both of them, combined with how different it feels to stroke someone
else and to have someone else stroke you, the feeling of almost the same
but just different enough to make it exciting. Within just a few minutes
they both feel the cum working its way up their shafts and start to spray
over their hands and onto the floor. Neither of them let go before the last
little bit of cum dribbles down the shaft they are each holding and onto
their fingers.

As once they smile at each other and both comment on how interesting the
experience felt, both to jack someone else and to be jacked by someone else
at the same time. "Damn, that was interesting, it felt really weird at
first but then when we were doing each other at the same time it started to
get real fun then." Quinn says.

"Yeah that was kinda hot, what about the mess though, will your dad see
that?" Jax asks as more of the cum on his hands drips off and joins what
ended up there from their orgasm.

"Nah, it should be okay, no one's mowing the lawn until spring and by that
time this will look like an oil stain or something. Hey, I wonder..." Quinn
pauses and takes a chance on doing something he's wanted to do for a
while. He brings his hand up to his mouth and licks the cum off his
fingers. "Not too bad, a little salty." He comments as he notices Jax
watching him.

Then Jax follows his lead and also licks the remaining cum from his
hand. Then he tries to defuse any awkwardness by making a joke. "Mmm, a
very good year, but it was a little cold."

"You should try it right out of the container then, you know, the fresher
the better." Quinn stands there, his boxers still down around his ankles,
he feels a little cold as he notices the wind pick up and that is all he is
wearing but he's willing to endure that for the possibilities that seem
likely to happen.

"Maybe I will do that." Jax responds as he watches Quinn's dick start to
stiffen again.

He takes a nervous step and starts to kneel down, ready to stand back up
and declare it all a joke in case Quinn backs out at the last
minute. Before he goes any further Jax looks up at Quin. "You sure you're
cool with this? You're not gonna freak out on me or anything are you? Not
gonna tell anyone I'm a cocksucker?" He is understandably nervous, up to
now all his actions can be explained as just goofing around but as soon as
his lips touch Quinn's cock that excuse goes away.

Quinn looks on with excitement, the idea of what they are about to do is
more exciting than the movie they had used to get off last time. "After you
do me then I'll get you next." Confirming that not only is he a willing
participant but that he wants to share equally in all experiences.

Kneeling in front of his friend, Jax wraps a hand wrapped around Quinn's
shaft and tugs it towards him with his other hand wrapped around Quinn'
thigh to support himself Jax starts to open his mouth and reach out with
his tongue, ready to lick the tip, getting his first taste of someone's
dick, as he does so the storm clouds that were gathering all day decide to
break open. Suddenly there is a deluge of water coming from the sky and
breaks the moment.

"Crap!" Says Quinn, "I need to get these doors closed and get inside." The
only one who knows about his fear of thunderstorms is Senan and he wants to
keep it that way. He needs to go inside before the thunder strikes so that
Jax won't find out.

The boys pull up their clothes and together get the door to the tool shed
closed quickly. Saying good-bye to each other Quinn runs inside while Jax
goes to a gate alongside the house and runs home.

When Senan wakes up he is disappointed to see that it's raining, and not
just a little but it is a downpour. Listlessly he goes to the kitchen for
breakfast and starts picking at the eggs his mom had made.

"What's wrong honey?" She asks as she watches him ignore the bacon he loves
so much.

"Nothing, Kenneth and I were supposed to get together today, now with the
rain, I'm not sure that's going to happen."

"Hey, just because it's raining doesn't mean you can't go over to his house
or have him come over here." His dad says as he walks into the room and
pours himself a cup of coffee.

"I know but we had plans to go to the park, we were going to meet some
friends from school there and play a little soccer. But it doesn't look
like the rain is going to stop anytime soon." He replies as he pushes his
plate away.

"Hey, even if all you do is sit on the couch and play video games you still
need to eat breakfast. I made sure to get the bacon just how you like it."
She comes over and wraps her arms around his torso, trying to pass on some
patience in dealing with things that are out of your control.

"Okay mom, and by the way, I do like the way you cooked the bacon today."
Giving his mom a kiss he brings the plate closer to him and continues to
eat his breakfast. Once finished he makes a call to Kenneth. "Hey, are we
still going to get together today?" He asks, careful about what he says as
he is aware of his parents close by.

Kenneth lets out a long sigh and before he says a thing he's already told
Senan the answer to the question. "Sorry man but my mom has decided that
since we can't go anywhere today she's going to start getting the house
ready for Thanksgiving."

"Thanksgiving? What is she, Costco? It's not even Halloween yet."

"I know but we always have a big group of family come to our place at
Thanksgiving and my mom gets wicked mad when it comes to dirt, clutter, and
anything else that makes her house look less than perfect. Sorry, but we'll
have to get together next weekend instead." He pauses as he thinks of a way
to extend the conversation, partly because he doesn't want to do any
cleaning but mainly because he is enjoying talking to Senan and doesn't
want to stop. "But hey, that doesn't mean that you can't still do any of
that stuff we did. Just `cause I'm not there doesn't mean you can't have
some fun time by yourself."

"Yeah, maybe I will. But it was really fun when we were together, what if I
do something wrong? You won't be there to help me." Senan is as
disappointed as Kenneth is and cannot keep that feeling out of his voice.

"Sorry, man. Look I need to get off the phone, my mom is giving me that
look. If anything changes I'll call you, otherwise I'll see you on the bus
tomorrow."

They say quick goodbyes and hang up, then Senan walks around bored and not
sure what he is going to do for the day. For a moment he contemplates
calling Quinn, seeing if he wants to do some extra studying for the test
they have coming up but ultimately he decides against it. Later on his dad
needs to run a few errands and, seeing Senan looking bored, takes pity on
his son and asks him if he'd like to go along.

"Sure dad" Senan replies and then gets his shoes on as well as a jacket,
the rain isn't heavy but it is coming down steady.

As they head to the hardware store, his father asks him how things are
going at school. "You know, you can be honest with me. While it's just the
two of us." His father adds.

"What do you mean?" Senan is confused by the comment, not sure at all what
his father is talking about.

"I mean about school. What is it really like for you, now that you're in a
larger school, and are one of the youngest students." He takes a quick
glance at his son when he asks this but Senan is looking down at his hands.

"Promise you won't say anything to mom?" He doesn't wait for a response but
just goes ahead with what he wants to say, he's nervous about this and
knows if he doesn't get it out now he probably won't. "Honestly, it kinda
sucks. Look, I don't mind being the smallest in the school, I get it, I'm
the youngest so that makes sense. I also don't care that I only have one
friend, because he's a real friend, I know I can trust him and I'd rather
have one truly trustworthy friend than a whole bunch of friends that I
don't really know or trust. But you know what really bugs me? It's the
ass...idiots that pick on me for no reason that I can control."

By this time they've pulled into a parking spot but his father has made no
move to turn off the vehicle. "Bullies huh? Sorry about that son, what does
the school do about it?"

"So far not much. I mean at the beginning of the year they had a rally and
talked about what a bully is and not being a bully, and what to do if you
are bullied. Which tells me that they know that they can't really stop it.

"In the meantime all the bullies do is make sure that there's no teacher or
other adult around, `cause they know that the students won't say anything,
and just keep on going with their stupid bully behavior." He sighs at the
end of his speech, it feels good to finally be able to get all that off his
chest.

"Let me guess, you don't tell anyone because you're afraid that will make
it worse." He waits and when his son nods his head in agreement he
continues. "So what do you think the school should do?"

"I don't know dad, I've never had to think about it before, when I was in
elementary school all my old friends were still around, at least I could
see them at recess so I didn't need to be around anybody who was a
jerk. But here, well...I guess, sometimes I wish that I never skipped a
grade. Don't tell mom that, she's so proud of me for being able to go ahead
like I did." He starts to lose steam as he realizes that for him to be
happy he would have to trade it for his mom's happiness and he is trying to
figure out which is more important.

"Listen, buddy, we, your mom and I, didn't think about this when the
decision to have you skip a grade was made, if we had then maybe we
would've made a different choice, but right now all that matters is how are
you dealing with it, what's your game plan?"

"Well I realized that there was no way I could ever get them to change
their attitude, that is what those rallies were for and if they weren't
going to listen to the whole school telling them not to be bullies they
sure weren't going to listen to me. So then I tried to just avoid
them. That works fairly well, but it isn't the greatest because once they
know my routine and my class schedule they can easily find me and there's
nothing I can do then because I have to go to class. So when I had a chance
to really make a difference I took it."

"That's why you're tutoring that kid, Winn?" His father has a look of pride
on his face, mixed with approval.

"Quinn, but yes, he's the one who bullies me the most. One of my conditions
of helping him was that he stops being a bully. I'm hoping that maybe he
just stops altogether."

"Well son I must say I'm very impressed by you. The way you figured out how
to help solve your problem is really impressive. Now let's get in the
store. I need to get a new sander before your mom changes her mind." With
that, they go inside and Senan watches as his father starts to compare the
different power sanders and when he calls over the manager Senan knows that
this just became a much longer errand.

Senan ends up doing what any bored tween does and starts wandering
around. That is a mistake, as he turns down one aisle who does he see but
Davis standing by a display of painting equipment. He isn't sure but he
thinks that the other boy may have been trying to slip something in his
pocket.

As Davis looks around to see if anyone might see what he is doing he first
notices Senan standing there. "Seman, what are you looking at?" He sneers
as he continues to pocket the paint scraper in his hand. "You better just
shut up, you say anything and I'll see that you regret it."

"What are you going to do? I say something and at the very least you're
kicked out of the store. They might even call the cops, then what? Are you
going to attack me with all those people standing around?" He felt
confident, he knew his father was just a couple of rows away and would get
to him quickly if Senan raised his voice too loud.

"I don't have to get you now, I'll be out of this store before anyone could
get here and I'll just take care of you on Monday." Davis has positioned
himself to face Senan squarely and is raising his hands as if he is going
to take a swing at the other boy.

"There you are, ready to go, son?" Senan hears his father's voice behind
him and knows that whatever was about to happen won't now.

"Yeah dad, let's go." Senan turns and heads to his father, but not before
he hears one last parting shot from Davis.

"Remember what we talked about Seman, don't do anything stupid."

Nothing more is said until they get back to the car. Then his father starts
the conversation. "Let me guess, another one of the bullies?" He tries to
keep his tone light but to any who knows him, it is obvious that he is
pissed.

"Yeah, that's Davis, he hangs out with Quinn a lot, I think that they even
live near each other." He's embarrassed that his father heard not just the
encounter but the nickname that they came up for him as well and is back to
looking down at his hands.

"Hey son, look at me," he reaches out and pulls Senan's chin up so that
they do make some sort of eye contact with each other and then continues,
"you have no reason to be feeling bad here. You're not the one in the wrong
here."

"I know that dad but it makes me mad sometimes, why are they so stupid?" He
blinks quickly and repeatedly doing what he can to keep the tears from
falling.

"Lot's of reasons son, sadly we don't have enough time to go over all of
them." He starts to drive and they travel a few blocks before anything more
is said. "So, about that nickname they gave you. Not the most creative are
they?"

"Well they think they're being clever but really it's a pretty obvious one
to go to, you know."

"Sorry about that one Senan, your mom wanted to change your name but I
insisted we keep it. I felt it was important to.." Then he stops talking
and when Senan looks at him he sees that his father is tight-lipped, an
indication that he said something that he didn't mean to.

"Important to what dad? What were you about to say?" His intensity matches
his father's reluctance to say any more. But whatever he was about to say
it has to do with him and Senan wants to know what it is. "Come on dad, we
were having a good conversation, don't end it like this."

"All right son, I guess you're old enough to know. This isn't the way we
wanted to tell you and, well if your mom gets mad I'll make sure she knows
it was my fault." He takes a deep breath and is quiet for a moment. Senan
gets the sense that he is gathering his thoughts, figuring out a way to
tell him something of great importance, and allows him the time to get his
thoughts together.

"Okay son, I want to start out by telling you how much you are loved, I
want you to keep that in mind, okay?" He pauses as he waits for Senan to
respond and then he continues. "You may have wondered why it was that you
never had a sibling. Well, there was almost one, an older one. She'd be old
enough to make this trip instead of me by now. But when your mom was about
six months along she was going to the store and, yep you guessed it, she
got hit by some guy. He was distracted, changing radio stations, putting a
CD in the player, some dumb thing like that. I guess it really doesn't
matter now. All that matters is that he hit your mom's car hard enough to
send her halfway into the intersection where another car T-boned into her
side of the car."

He stops telling the story long enough to pull into a parking lot, wiping
his eyes with his fingers he takes a few deep shuddering breaths before he
continues. Senan sits there, unsure of what to do or say to help his dad
until he thinks about what he'd done to help Quinn the day of the storm. He
reaches out and puts his hand on his shoulder, whispering the words "It'll
be alright" over and over.

Finally, his dad is ready to continue the story. "So she lost the baby, the
amount of damage was bad enough that I thought I was going to lose her
too. Fortunately, she pulled through but it was impossible for her to have
another baby. We spent some time telling ourselves that was okay with us
but it didn't take a genius to see how much she was hurting. We talked a
lot about it and finally decided that we would adopt.

"We decided on an open adoption, that's the type where the birth mom would
be able to stay a part of the baby's life if she wanted to. We finally
found someone that we liked and that liked us and everything seemed to be
real good. There was talk of her being introduced to you as an Aunt and we
did all we could to make sure the pregnancy went well. Then there you were
and there we were and your birth mom made one request of us, she wanted to
name you Senan, it was her grandfather's name or maybe it went back another
generation or two, I don't remember. Anyway, your mom wasn't really
thrilled with the name but I figured it was a small thing to do and every
time your birth mom would see you she'd be happy to have that connection."

"What happened, dad? The only aunt I know of is Aunt Jenny and she's your
sister. You two look so much alike that... Wait a minute, are you telling
me that Aunt Jenny is really my mom?!"

He puts a hand up to stop Senan before he goes down that rabbit hole. "No
son, Aunt Jenny is not your mom, let me finish the story, and by the way
your mom's name was Jocelynn. A few days after you were born, your birth
mom got sick, no wait, the truth is that she started bleeding during
childbirth. We made sure that she got the care she needed and that all the
blood clots were taken care of. Two days later she was released. As agreed
she moved in with us for a while, the plan was that for the first few weeks
she'd stay with us because at that point she had nowhere else to go. A few
days after she moved in your mom went to wake her up for dinner and she had
passed in her sleep. According to the doctors, there were a couple of blood
clots that got missed and they went to her heart. I'm sorry that you never
got the chance to really know her. Anyway, after that your mom wanted to
change your name but I put my foot down, it was the last connection you had
and I didn't want to take it from you. So I guess that from now on every
time one of those kids calls you Seman instead of Senan, now you know you
have me to blame."

Senan sat there for several minutes, his world had been turned in a
direction he had never anticipated and he wasn't sure what to do with the
information. Finally, he leans into his father and wraps his arms around
him as best as he can in the car. "I love you, dad." Is all he can say but
to his father it is enough. They sit like that for several minutes before
they finally head home.

Once the car is parked Senan helps his dad get the sander and the other
things he bought at the hardware store in the garage and then he goes
inside the house and looks for his mom. She is vacuuming when he finds her
and so he is able to surprise her when he wraps his arms around her. "I
love you, mom." He says as he buries his face into her side.

"Oh, what brought this on? Are you in trouble with your dad?" She asks as
she lets go of the vacuum and hugs him back.

"No, nothing like that. I just wanted you to know how much I love you is
all." With that he goes into his room and closes the door.

"Jim, what's going on?" She gives her husband an odd look as she sees him
standing in the doorway of the garage.

"He knows about his birth mom. We were talking about school and stuff and I
accidentally let it slip out. I'm sorry, I know you wanted to bring this up
as a family, I didn't mean to say anything." He wraps his arms around her
and offers his strength for support.

"What's done is done, more importantly, how did he take it?" She asks as
she accepts his strength to help her during this emotional moment.

"Pretty much like you just saw, he gave me a hug in the car and then we
came home. I suspect that dinner tonight will be interesting."

"Was he mad? Sad? How much did you tell him?"

"Everything, including why we were looking to adopt as well as what
happened to his birth mom after. As we agreed, when we felt he was old
enough or he started asking questions I told him the entire story. As for
the rest, I would say subdued is the best way to describe his mood. Just
like he did with you he gave me a hug and told me he loved me."

Deciding to give him his space, they went about their day and didn't see
Senan until he was called for dinner. At first, they tried to make dinner
go just as normal as usual as if nothing different or unusual had happened
earlier that day, but it was difficult. At best whenever Senan was asked a
question his responses were half-hearted. Finally, he brought up the
questions that were on his mind.

"Do you think I would've liked her?"

"Oh, yes Senan, she truly was a great woman, very funny, very positive. She
never seemed to let the bad things get to her, always saw the good, not
just in situations but in people too." His mom answered as she reached out
and massaged his arm.

"Why did she want to give me up?"' Was his follow up question.

This time his father answered. "She was young, still in High School, and in
trouble. She was a good student, and that wasn't just her bragging; she
actually brought her last report card to prove it to us. Like you, she made
straight A's. She had gotten her first boyfriend and they had an afternoon
alone one day and lost the baby lottery."

"Jim! Don't put it that way, you make it sound like Senan wasn't wanted."
She turns to Senan and reaches awkwardly out to hug him. "You are very
precious." She says to him as she tries to kiss his cheek.

"Of course, let me rephrase that. To her way of thinking she had lost the
baby lottery, her parents wanted her to get rid of the baby but she was
adamantly opposed to that idea. So her loss was a win for us. I'm not
kidding, you truly are one of the best things to come along."

"Would she be proud of me?" He asked and this time he couldn't maintain eye
contact when he asked the question.

"Yes, honey." This time his mother answered again, to Senan it felt like
they had some weird competition for who answered the most questions, but
the more he thought about it the more he realized that most likely it was
just their way of making sure they were both involved in the
conversation. "Like your father said she always saw the good in people and
there is so much good in you, she would've been so happy to see the way you
have turned out so far."

The rest of the meal was fairly normal, Senan didn't ask any more questions
and as soon as dinner was over he went back to his room. At bedtime he came
out and said goodnight to his parents, giving them a kiss, a hug and
telling him that he loved them just like every night in the past. Sleep
evades him for quite a while as he keeps thinking about the women he's
never had a chance to meet and what things would be different in his life
if she were still alive.

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