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... "I am. I... really lost it back there, you know? I so very much wanted to..." he looked at Eric, who was listening. "...go back to the way things were... I had put all my hopes into it. And when it didn't pan out, I... didn't think there was anything worth living for." Sam snorted. "I know. It was selfish of me. I was thinking only of myself. I realize now that I was wrong, so don't worry, okay? It's over. I'm not going to do that again. I promised." Eric dropped Dana off, who gave Joe a hug. Joe returned it. Sam was dropped off next. He leaned in through the passenger-side window and glared at Joe, his eyes glistening with tears. "Do that again, you dumb, blockheaded shit, and I'll kill you before you hit the bottom!" he growled in his cute feminine way, and flounced off towards the front door. Joe smiled. The next stop was Joe's. As the car stopped on front of the house, Joe winced as he saw the figure of his mom at the windows. The front door opened. "Here." Eric said quickly, giving him a scrap of paper. "My number. Just call me if you start to feel down, or need to talk, okay?" He looked at her, concern written on his face. Joe took it and smiled at Eric. "I will." He braced himself, and got out of the car. *** Sam returned home. His father was sl**ping in the recliner, the glare from the TV washing over his face. His mom must be in bed already. He switched off the TV and threw a blanket over his dad, and went upstairs. He felt drained. Utterly exhausted, both ...

... physically and mentally. "Hey s*s. Can I get a tuck-in? I can't sl**p." Cherise emerged from her bedroom, rubbing her eyes. "Of course Cherise." He brought her back to her bed, gave her a hug, and tucked her in. "I missed you today." Cherise said in the darkness. Sam felt touched. He didn't understand why exactly, but he felt closer to his little s****r than ever before. Maybe it was a s****r-s****r thing. He thought about his mom and dad, and how they were all but separated now. He thought, with sudden insight, that their cold, callous distance towards each other might be the reason why, growing up, he had been so angry all the time. He had dealt with it by hanging out with his friends. Cherise must have been so lonely, he thought suddenly with a stab of guilt. He stayed with her for a little while, and then closed the bedroom door behind him and went to his room. He tossed the purse onto the desk and idly noted that his cell phone was blinking. Whatever, he would check it out in the morning. Right now he just wanted to sl**p. He collapsed onto his bed and was asl**p almost instantly. *** Joe couldn't sl**p. He stared at the ceiling of his room. The smell of fresh paint was still in the air, but that wasn't what was keeping him awake. Part of it was probably the fierce ache in his abused breasts, the sides of which were already bruising. The other part was the fierce ache in his groin, which begged to be touched and filled. And then there was the fierce ache in his soul, which cried ...