Reaching over to the nightstand, I pushed the Play button on my stereo and a gentle whine of Mark Knopfler’s guitar filled the room. Sex video I walked into the small bathroom adjacent to my bedroom and turned on the water. He was the one in trouble, not me and I decided not to feel or show any distress. There were chores to be done and a party to get ready for. Beer and whiskey were to be in abundance, so should be the array of girls. I felt a rising anger towards dad, who in some crazy sort of way was responsible for me masturbating in the shower that morning and mum walking in on me. I blinked in frustration. As if on cue, I heard heavy footsteps rushing up the stairs, and I hoped it was my mum coming to call me down for breakfast.
