DAMMIT! I knew I was wrong for having these thoughts about him. He was my fuckin’ moms boyfriend. Shit, shit, shit! He was thirteen years older ...han me. I put a pot of water on the stove to cook some noodles. They were just about done when Kevin got out of the shower. I knew he was really hungry because he hadn’t eaten all day. It didn’t take him long at all to finish the noodles. “Don’t go to bed just yet. Just sit up with me a while” I told him. He looked like he really didn’t. Nate began to stroke himself, alternating speed and pressure, while helooked at the pictures of this beautiful woman. He'd put her into aslideshow, with the images changing every couple of seconds. In one shotshe was completely naked sitting naturally on the edge of a bed. Her fullbreasts practically floating from her chest. Each one was tipped with abrownish-pink areola that was the perfect size for each breast. She wasshaved smooth and he could see her pussy blending flawlessly into the. He was here undercover, afterall. He didn't actually want to dance with a man, let alone begin aromance.He could see that many of the women were gravitating to one part ofthe room, and there was a well dressed man in a military-style suit,with many people milling around him. Sid guessed, correctly, that thiswas Prince Henry.Much of the evening passed fairly uneventfully. He made small talkwith a few women, and accepted a dance with a few men. But he was ahopeless dancer, and always politely. The Chief handed me a copy of my tasking message, and I went to Headquarters to start the paperwork. What was said to me basically went in one ear and out the other. I drove around Trenton aimlessly for an hour and didn’t even remember parking in the driveway. I sat stone-faced on the living room couch, waiting for Donna to come home from work. My mind was racing with every possible thought about my tour and what her reaction would be.Donna came in the kitchen door and saw me sitting, no.