>Lucy wheels Anon into the house as he's returning home from the hospital
>his accident has left him partially paralyzed from the waist, down
>as they proceed through the doorway, his children are there to greet him
>Amber kneels down to embrace Anon in his wheelchair
>"I'm so sorry, Dad...", her voice trembles as she tearfully hugs him
>Lucy looks on with a dour expression
>As Amber pulls away, Greene stands next in line
>his head hangs low, mouth static, eyes heavily-lidded
>Anon reaches up and places a hand on his son's shoulder, drawing him closer
>"Son, this day came a lot sooner than I thought it would..."
>Greene's stoic demeanor cracks as a gasp escapes his mouth, bearing his teeth
>"You'll have to step up. Be the man of the house I know you can be." Anon continues
>"I can't take care of the girls like this..."
>Anon grips the zipper of his son's pants and slowly draws it down
>reaching passed the folds of his pants, he brings out Greene's pterohood
>The Greene Mile
>supporting it from underneath in his palm, Anon caresses the great shaft
>"They need you, boy. They need 'this'."
>He pats along the length several times before lowering it
>"I can't do it, Dad" Greene says through his grited teeth, tears welling up in his eyes
>"You have to, son. You HAVE to." Anon reassures him
>"For me. For them."
>Greene's eyes that were firmly locked onto his father's now wander upward
>The forms of two lustful, female pterodactyls slowly come into his field of view, blurred through the tears
>Anon wheels his chair away from the three
>Where he resided in his own home didn't matter
>this was Greene's time to step up
>he was young, but this was necessary
>No one ever said it would be easy being Greene.