She took my dick out of my underwear swiftly. My dick was in flaccid state and then she started to suck my cock. She said, “your cock looks beautifu....” she sucked my cock for few minutes but my dick didn’t get hard. It remained flaccid as I was not ready for this. She came up to my face by kissing all over my body. She didn’t give up and then said to me in a soft voice, “just relax. Don’t think about your girlfriend. I am not her. I am your bitch. Just fuck me.” her attitude and voice just put. I felt so alone.I pulled my hand out of Liz’s and stood up.Sometimes Liz spouted such nonsense.I had painting to do. It was such a big painting and there was so much still to do.I walked out of the room.Dad and Mum and Tara and Dan and Angie and Liz were all watching me.I think they were worried that I might freak out or something.I wasn’t freaking out.Was I?Everything inside of me froze.I looked at Dad.He looked at me.He never said a word. He just nodded. And then he stood and took Mum’s hand.. But Yana said nothing and continued to stare into the void."Praises be to glorious Comrade Lenin!" Batschka murmured as he clapped a hand to his forehead and paced back and forth with wide-eyed worry. "Is serious problem this time that glorious Comrade Director has assigned my little love chancre."Batschka stopped pacing and removed her imported shoes, made in the thermoplastic district of Belgrade, and rolled her domestic stockings, made in the nylon district of Chernobyl, down curved thighs. Just go find another one, goddammit. Find another one. Pussy whipped piss ant."I glanced at O'Dell in the rear view mirror. A tear ran down his red, sweaty face. I looked at the road ahead. I thought: I won't let myself become that. Never.The following Friday afternoon, I drove after school to visit my Uncle Johnny in his hospital room at Baptist Hospital. He'd had an operation on his hip, the hip that made him walk with a stiff limp and kept him from taking strolls longer than a few dozen.