The days passed with a beautiful rhythm. We went to school and quickly left home to shag for a few hours straight for the sake of training, only taking breaks to meet with my father occasionally and breathing fresh air, leaving the dampness and pungent smell of sex behind.
Dad was doing great, by the way. He had found a part-time job at a kindergarten. Now he teaches extra things to those young kids like how the heart sends blood to travel in our bodies with its pulses, that a brain is a computer that controls our limbs, and that our lungs take in air, use the good things in it, and breathes out the leftovers.
We even got to watch a demonstration, as you might have guessed.
