I sit beside him now, the warmth of his body heat feels nice against me. “I think you play with passion, that much is clear. I've never heard of the...song, what is it?” I ask. “I think you can hear that it's been a while since you've played, but you definitely have skills, Isaac.” “It's a piece my mother wrote when I was young. She is who I learned to play from. That is a lullaby she'd play for me when I couldn't sleep. Sappy, I know. But, it was the first real piece I learned, once I knew how. "What do you think about when you jerk off?" Before I could answer, "How about Mrs. Lowell?" My English teacher.I opened my mouth and a lie almost came out but I knew in my heart that I had to answer honestly, "Ya, sometimes." What exactly Joseph?"God this was embarrassing. "I think of her naked... doing things." The last part came out in barely a whisper."Have you seen a women naked before Joseph?" I saw mom once," I regretted saying that immediately but wasn't sure why, "and on the 'net." So. We spent the remainder of the night sending messages back and forth finding out a little about our completely different lives. I can't put my finger on what I liked so much, maybe the candid conversations or the similar interests, mainly sexual interests, fantasies, that sort of thing. We chatted most days, sometimes it was just a quick one line message other times it was a series of messages, thirty or forty maybe more, going into detail of what we had done that day. Each day the messages. . he is beautiful though, isn't he?" whispered Sarah. "Look at those shoulders... gracious me! What a pleasant sight."Ann and Sarah settled into a relaxed gin and tonic mode in Sarah's opulent den. Both watched with iniquitous fascination as Al Jr. moved about the backyard. Each circuitous trip brought him closer and closer to the large windows across the back of the room. Finally on one of his passes, Al glanced inside, recognized Ann and Sarah seated on the Best's large couch, and smiled.