Well, this is one of those things.Well, this is one of those things. If you can't handle it, if you aren't willing to listen to me, maybe I should go. It's that important to me." I looked at him, angrily. I looked at the boy swimming in the lagoon. Then back to him. "Maybe you should go, then." "Fine. I'll have my stuff out in four hours." He rose and dove into the water, swimming the long way for the SDisk. My home had a lonely and bare look to it when I finally worked up the courage to return to it. "Ken!" P'nyssa's voice came from the workroom where all our desks were stored. "Hmm?" "Where's Aaden's desk? Where are his clothes?" "He's gone, P'nyssa." "WHAT?" she said. "He's gone, Nyss. We had an argument that pretty much came down to his leaving." "And that's it. He just... goes. Just like that. You kick him out of your life, out of my life, over an argument, and you don't even tell me? Just what did you two fight about?" Her voice was edging up high in pitch. "He has a new lover." P'nyssa looked at me curiously. "His name is Khai. He's thirteen years old." P'nyssa raised one eyebrow over that, but didn't comment. "Did you ask Aaden why he's seeing a thirteen-year-old?" "No, I didn't ask him. I even told him I didn't want to hear the discussion. It came down to his... paederasty or me. He chose to leave. He has his priorities. Abusing little kids comes before me, I guess." "You didn't even let him talk?" "What is there to talk about, Nyss? He's fucking a thirteen year old! What more is there to go over?" "There's got to be plenty more to go over!" she replied, angrily. "He must have a reason!" "I don't care what his 'reason' is, Nyss. He shouldn't even be thinking about kids that age, much less fucking one!" "Fine. If you're not going to think about it and not going to talk about it with the mel you love, you can forget having the fem you supposedly love around as well." She turned to leave. "What?" I shouted. "I thought..." she started. "I thought, mind you... that the mel I loved used his brain. I guess I was wrong. I care about Aaden, Ken, apparently a lot more than you do. And until you at least resolve your differences with a little intelligence, I don't want to sleep in the same room, the same castle, with you. |