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Simon could never understand what he did to offend his foster families so much that they had to return him. The things he had done were done naturally, like a child taking his first steps. Maybe Danielle would have preferred that he was dumb and barely spoke English. Maybe Ralph really wanted him to drown. His experiences taught him to temper his words and to be careful about what he did. As he grew, he learned that his talents were not appreciated and he learned to keep them to himself. Even still, Simon spent years facing rejection, after rejection, after rejection, until all he knew was rejection. So, he stopped letting people inside.
    Simon stepped close to the tub, reached in and turned on theshower. He waited until he could see steam rising from the water before he stepped in. He hoped the warmth of the water would relax him and ease his anxiety. He placed his right hand on the wall of the shower and leaned into it, stretching and extending his entire body. He let the water bead down his body and cascade over his face. It felt wonderful, even though it would have been far too hot for most people. He stood motionless, with his eyes closed for several minutes, letting the water wash away his troubles.
    Simon was tired. It had been at least four days since he had six consecutive hours of sleep. Maybe that explained his irritability and lack of patience with Brooke. Maybe that explained his nagging headache. Finally, he understood why people complained about having a headache. This was a new experience for him, and he didn’t like it at all. Something was going on with him, but he didn’t know what. All he knew was that he felt . . . odd.
    After about five minutes, Brooke entered the room quietly. Knowing the water would scald her, she instinctively reached in and added some cold to the powerful stream. When Simon looked at her, she smiled, as if to say, “I’m sorry.” He closed his eyes, not sure he was ready to forgive her.
    She stepped into the tub and placed her arms around his waist from behind him. Her breasts felt like heaven against his sensitive skin; her hardened nipples tickling his back. He took a deep breath as his manhood swelled to life. She reached her hand around to his front and grabbed it. He moaned.
    â€œI’m sorry, baby,” she whispered. She planted several small kisses on his back as she moved her hand up and down his member; her hand could barely fit around his shaft. He wanted to say something, to accept her apology, but the fire in his genitals burned away his voice. Besides, she hadn’t done enough work yet. He wasn’t ready to forgive her. He’d withhold his absolution until she kneeled before him.
    She turned him around and kissed him; her eager tongue aggressively explored his mouth. He wanted to remain firm, to punish her as she had punished him, but his body betrayed his intentions. He returned her kiss with equal zeal as his manhood rubbed the warmth between her legs. He loved her, but hated the flesh power she had over him. At this moment, all he could think about was being inside her, exploring her mouth, sucking her ripened nipples, licking her fruit, and digging into her treasure.
    He cupped her sizable breasts and licked and sucked her nipples ravenously. They tasted sweet, as if covered in nectar. Her left one was far more sensitive than the right one, and his warm mouth covered it completely, sending her into a frenzy. He could feel her whole body shake. He couldn’t seem to get enough, and he became increasingly forceful with his mouth, his teeth bearing down with a bit too much force. She winced, but he could not let her go. She moaned, louder and louder until her moans started to sound like whimpers and cries to his ears. He finally let her pull away and they stood staring at each other breathlessly, not sure what exactly to say. The tension they shared consumed the air in the room, but they had used sex many times before as