All Chapters of HIM ALL ALONG: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

WENDY: “Isn’t it too soon?” I re-took the passenger’s seat and let Park own his wheel again. He was driving smoothly and quietly until his sudden question halfway from Frederick’s neighborhood put me into a confused state. “What is?” “Falling in love with him.” “With whom?” I coughed anxiously, adjusted nervously, and pulled unnecessarily on my shirt. “No, not at all.” “Oh my! Can you see yourself right now?” Park shook rapidly, imitating how I had acted. “I have never seen you this fickle, man. What is going on?” I gazed at the busy street, trying to make a quick decision and admission to my feelings, yet I failed. I feel great about Frederick. I have never found anyone intriguing or one who ignites my curiosity and who I want to protect and care for as I pump to do for him. It is undeniable that I felt miserable on the days we were unable to face each other, or how happy I felt to receive his message yesterday. I know all this, but there is no conviction if it is a love to

WENDY: I thrutched him to the steering, resurrecting multiple hornings, and we both twitched in surprise and amusement. “Ouch!” He arced his back and feigned hurt, to my delight. He posed not to snigger, and his struggle cracked me up more than the sudden hornings. He smiled at my laugh, and I saw how touched he felt to hear me laugh happily. Frederick ought not to be awed. He has, on numerous basis, made me laugh aloud without implied efforts, which is one of the things that label him special. I pulled him closer and held his waist firmly; with a smooth move, I rolled back the seater, giving us enough room to copulate.Impatiently, Frederick leaned forward and brought his lips against mine again. With his arms over my neck, he ate me tenderly. I don’t remember tagging Frederick as a great kisser. His skills may have gone unregistered or have improved. Whichever one, he is doing wonders with my lips. Henceforth, he earns and deserves the title. “I am curious about something,” I

NICHOLAS: Park and Wendy were entertaining enough. Our togetherness was worthy. They tried to keep me in stay, which I desired, but I couldn’t ditch my job for them; I needed it. I must earn. They are fortunate not to dwell their lives on the scope of daily earnings. I do not wish them such a petite livelihood; perhaps, if they taste a tip of it, they will learn to push me to work at each due time. Nevertheless, I comprehend their insistence. None of them have come to see and know that I am someone who survives on a meager income. I never told them, and I am still unwilling to expose my living is on Mrs. Freyet's wages. There was a time when I had the self-deceit that telling them would keep me at a distance from them. It isn’t true. They are conspicuous rich kids, yet compassionate. However, Park may insist on his dramatic outburst and issue a temporary end, but I know Wendy wouldn’t play such a callous act. Wendy is a solicitous being, the reason I value him more. He knows of my

NICHOLAS:Under the spouting faucet, I dutifully washed sweat and sperm off our bodies. It was an enthralling sex, one I had never had until Rahul.The satisfaction I had with Rahul had me trapped and refrained. It stimulated numerous thoughts that I joggled with confusion throughout our late wash.Rahul had appeared brittle after the sex. He could barely keep his eyes open, and to ensure he didn’t tire away to sleep, I voluntarily offered a joint shower and took the mantle to wash him up.“All good,” I announced when I found him cleaned and sparkling.“Thank you. Do you need help?”“I got it. Go on.”I sent him to bed for some privacy, to browse for a decision on a quick time alone.I felt good about the sex, real good, yet it didn’t open that part of me. I do not need to prolong the conclusion on the disguise of ‘need time to think.’The answer is known and will remain the same no matter how long I spend under this shower.Well, I will have to live with it. The only proper and sensib

GREG:It aches. My head hurts. The aftermath of yesterday’s school turmoil kept me bedridden and contemplating the prospect of school until 7:17 a.m.At this hour, Mum and Dad would be out of the house, and Rose would be on her preparation and likely to leave the house before me.Unfazed by my potential lateness or that I may be keeping Mr. Sam at the bus stop, I placed my primary concern on the situation at school.It is sickening to indulge in a fight, but I do not regret defending myself, and that part feels brave.Larozo has always been a pest to everyone at school. His persistent animosity and troubles weren’t surprising, but involving Faruk, the half-African boy, was unexpected.Faruk joined Larozo in attacking me, hurling insults and ordering me out of the shower room, and expecting I heed them out of fear.Not in my afterlife. Why would I leave the shower room when I haven’t gotten the chance to strip after the hectic Gymnastics class? Why should I do so on their command?“I do