Aleksandr stood in the bathroom, staring at the toilet.  He wasn't really one for porn, although he did read some interesting literature.  He was extremely fascinated with the story [I]Lolita[/I].  Usually, Aleksandr used his imagination... It was easier than having an addiction to technology, which he wasn't quite opposed.  Sharing a computer with his father had also found itself to be quite tedious in hiding things--and magazines were never sufficient.  He preferred more innocent, classy looking females.  It was for such a reason he chose his imagination and literature.  

He looked at the bathroom wall, staring at the cold tiles on the wall, "Fuck," he whispered--realizing nothing was putting him to sleep at his rate.  He let out a sigh, which turned into a yawn.  He was tired, but he was also wide awake, "Just... [I]fuck[/I]," he muttered in a whisper, again.

He left the bathroom, turning the light off and closing the door.

He noticed his father had stopped snoring.  He shook his head lightly, his wavy hair shaking in process.

"No toilet flush...?" his fathers voice broke the silence.

Aleksandr paused his movements.  His eyes tried to soak up the little light that was in the room.  He wasn't sure why his father was so observant during the strangest of times, "I was holding my scepter of passion in a vein attempt to drown any pious flowers still blossoming in the thorny valley of my soul..."

"You're blessed tomorrow isn't Sunday. I wouldn't let you help me at the chalice. Go wash your hands."

Aleksandr felt slightly tongue in cheek.  Admitting to his father seemed to have become easier with the break of time.  However, with each admitting confession came a price of sharp but dull words from his father.  He heard the sound of his father role over in the bed.  Aleksandr continued standing for several minutes until he heard snoring, again.  A relief smiled on his face.  [@Arista]