by muffinstud » Sat Sep 26, 2009 3:03 pm
Slowly, meekly, Richard raised his arms up. He could feel the soft bra move slightly against his breasts as they went up, felt the straps on his shoulders. He shuddered at the thought that if he didn't find a solution, and soon, he wouldn't be a father to his son, but rather his mother. He wouldn't let that happen. So, as much as it stung to see such feminine things laid out just for him, and to feel himself actually being supportet a bit by the bra, he kept his lips closed and squeezed one of the tears out of his eye. He would let her, for now, if only not to hurt his son.
"Well, you'll have plenty of time to live in a van down by the river, when you're living...in a van down by the river!" --Matt Foley, motivational speaker