Categories: Consensual, Group, Anal, Toys, Love, Violence, Hospital scenes.
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50a.
It is mid-August, the big gates open and a young man walks through them and the gates close behind him, he didn't look back. He's wearing a loose black hoody, baggy jogging pants, trainers and carries a sports type bag. He takes a deep breath and slowly exhales, then he checks a small map, turns left and walks towards the railway station.
He arrived at the station and handed a rail warrant provided by the prison to the ticket office clerk and was given his ticket. The journey lasted two hours, then he took a bus to the main road near his home and walked along his road to his parents' house... Martin Baxter was back!
His arrival had been noticed by the local teenagers who had run off to spread the news. He ignored them and rang the doorbell and waited for someone to let him in.
"Hi Mum" he said, grinning at the surprised woman when she opened the door.
"Martin! What the hell are you doing here?
"I got fed up with living there so I climbed over the wall and came home."
"What!"
"They let me out you stupid bitch! I've done my time and now I've come home" he snapped, "Now let me in, people are staring!"
She shrank back and allowed him to walk in.
"You've changed Martin" she said quietly.
"Yeah, plenty of food and some sessions in the gym every week has put a bit of muscle on me and I've got a lot less fat, how about a decent mug of tea."
"What are your plans now?" she asked, turning the kettle on and dropping tea-bags into two mugs.
"I suppose I'd better get a job, I've got a bit of money from the peanuts they paid for working for them but not enough to get a car. I'll have to get my licence too, take some lessons and pass my driving test to start with.
As no one bothered to come and visit me for almost four years, I've no idea what has happened here in that time. For example, what's happened to Ashley? I want to see her again."
"She was still around, I think but has new friends now but I haven't seen her or her mum for a few days, I heard that they're moving away soon but I don't know if that's true, anyway I doubt she will want to see you again."
"We'll see..." he mused quietly, "Is my old room okay?"
"I'll have to make the bed, you'll have to check to see if any of your clothes will still fit."
"Hmm... I'll go to the Job Centre and sign on tomorrow, when does Dad get home?"
"At six, dinner will be at half past, I'll have to make extra."
He took his tea and went upstairs to his room, dumped his bag on the bed and started going through his wardrobe and drawers, seeing what clothes still fitted. There were enough for the time being but there was a large pile that were too big and baggy so he would have to buy more as soon as he got some cash.
He drank his tea then put the useless clothes in a black sack he had fetched from the kitchen, took it down stairs and dropped it in the rubbish bin, outside the back door. He was back in the lounge, watching TV when his father walked in from work.
"Hi Dad" he said.
"Ha! Look what the cat dragged in!"
"Yeah, love you too Dad"
"Are you going to go straight now or straight back inside?"
"Been there, done that, had to wear the fuckin' t-shirt so I don't want to do it again. I'm going to the Job Centre tomorrow to sign on but I'll need a sub to buy some clothes, most of mine were too big so went in the bin."
"What was it like inside Martin?" His mother asked quietly.
"Well you two wouldn't know would you? You didn't bother to come and visit me!" He snapped.
"I did write..."
"Yeah, once!"
"But you didn't write back so I thought you didn't want me to" she answered.
"I was never much on writing letters anyway" he said grumpily.
"I'm going out in a bit to get some smokes after tea and maybe stop at the pub and have a beer, it's been a long time since I've had one."
They ate dinner and he changed and went out to the corner shop, bought a pack of cigarettes and was shocked at the price of almost ten pounds. He was even more shocked at the price of a pint in his local pub, he hardly had any change from a five pound note. He sat in a corner and was ignored by everyone as news that he was back had gotten around quite quickly.
He finished his drink, noting the furtive glances from the regulars and returned home, muttering to himself at the price of the essential things in life, like cigarettes and beer. As he walked up his road, he lit another cigarette and walked past his house to Ashley's and stood outside for a while but didn't see anyone, although there were lights on.
He decided to pop into the supermarket where she worked, after he had signed on at the Job Centre in the morning, then he walked home. He went to bed and listened to the almost silence, a change from all the night-time noises that went on in prison. He thought back over his life which had been okay, until he started school.
He had never liked school... actually that was wrong, he did like going to school; it was the schoolwork he didn't like and the teachers. Maths was okay and he realised that he had to learn how to use it and English too, to be able to get anywhere in life.
All the other subjects he decided, were a waste of time so he didn't bother too much with them. He had no use for history, geography, any of the sciences and definitely not religious education. I.T. was beyond his comprehension so it was all useless crap as far as he was concerned.
