"A beginning" has bit the bullet.
It's sort of like a pet dying, something you poured yourself into had to be destroyed. I didn't consider it as underage sex at all. It was a young boy having the time of his life, getting dragged along for the ride yes, but revelling in every moment. Sort of life affirming in it's own way.
Going to finish of a day in the life, not a story I particuarly like. I didn't like myself at the time the story depicts either, while the memories get me hot, they feel sort of empty as well. After that I'm not sure what I'll do. Probably do the old cycle of eat, work, drink, sleep and repeat for a while until I feel inspired to write something new.