“Now you’ve passed your test, I want you to take the car to work each morning,” I told Mark as we were cleaning up after dinner that evening. We often seemed to hold conversations at the kitchen sink.
“Why?”
“Because you have to go in early, and with the shorter days now I don’t like the idea of you walking the streets in the dark. You can leave the car parked and I’ll bring it home at night. It’ll always be light for you walking home at three. Though if it’s raining hard, take the car home, and if you can, come back and pick me up.”
“I’m a big boy now. I can walk to work.”
“I know you are.” I squeezed the ample bulge in his trousers. “But just humour me, okay?”
“I need some persuading.” Mark pushed his crotch into my hand. The dirty dishes were forgotten while I worked on getting my
