Danny was so grateful he almost knocked the chair over when he jumped up. "Wolf!" he called out for the dog, and he grinned when his black German shepherd practically danced over to him.

He grabbed Wolf's leash and toed into some shoes while he waited for his mother to join him. "I made some new friends," he said, changing the subject from his masturbation habits. He was glad she hadn't really grilled him about it. He didn't want to talk about how sometimes he refused to touch himself even after it started being slightly painful. Or how sometimes when he gave it because he was a teenage boy and it was normal to do so, he would end up sobbing in the shower for an hour afterwards.