“I…”“I don’t want you to do nuthin’ you don’t want. But do you wanna do sumthin’?” Bailey’s eyes welled. He nodded approval.“Wel... then! Get on it, boi!”Bailey got on his knees and opened his mouth.“Oh, you got a tongue ring. Freaky!”Bailey licked the shaft and put the head in his mouth.“Look at the pretty pink lips on this big Black dick,” exulted Tre. “Slow it down! We got time! Yeah that’s it! Just...Like...That. Damn!” Tre ran his rough hands through Bailey’s hair and grabbed a fistful. He. . Take good care of Casey in Heaven."As the sun set, several passers-by stopped to watch the child, her mother, and grandfather slowly walking back along Pennsylvania Avenue, holding hands and quietly crying.Dinner came and went with me holed up in Charles' – now my – private office. There had to be a string that tied all of this together, but I couldn't wrap my arms around it. Steve was pure as the wind driven snow, and he was the only member of the Secret Service that I felt totally. Your hands slide around me, one reaching down and grabbing my hand, pulling it up,near your heart, between your breasts; the other reaching back to grasp the back of my head, pulling me closer in. I move downward, biting your bare shoulder, the animalistic need building, my free hand grabbing your hip, allowing me to grind into you. (Her)The ocean waves hit the posts that hold the balcony. The smell of fresh salty air moves in a twisting motion inside our senses. Soft, but strong grinding. He'd been a "lost boy" himself, hadn't he? And he hadn't been a member of the Faith. His best friends in college had been the same -- they'd gone away to college. Sure, they all said it was so they could attend a fine university, but in his case he'd wanted to get away from home, just as much as he wanted a good education. His mother had known and understood -- and only told him of her cancer after he'd decided to return to Phoenix for graduate work at Arizona State. That hope had ended with.