"You know Perkins I'm getting fed up with your failures." He said and then after muttering a phrase he opened a tunnel into which he disappeared.I qui...kly changed to Perkins' office and saw the man, dressed in rags – he looked more like a scarecrow like that. His face was unshaven. He was sitting forlornly on the floor.The office was also in a mess, the quickened passage of time hadn't been kind to it. The wallpaper had fallen off the walls leaving strips of paper in places; mildew had taken. Our lips parted and our tongues met and played back and forth from one mouth to the other. It did not take long for our cocks to once again become fully erect. After five minutes Steve stopped kissing me and left me to go into the shower room. He returned with a tube of moisturiser cream squeezing a large blob onto his hand. He began rubbing the cream all over his fully erect cock and then he told me to roll over onto my stomach so that he could use the cream to lube up my butt hole. I looked. All part of the bloody “Respect Agenda”.Friday October 22ndI had a stupid problem today. I went to pay for my lunch with my credit card but the shop said it wasn’t accepted. I phoned them up and complained, but they pointed out that the card had passed its expiry date.When I asked why they hadn’t sent me another one, they said they weren’t renewing cards for men unless they were on a joint account held with a woman, and because I was the only named cardholder, they wouldn’t be issuing a new. She picked up her water bottle, sipped, moistened dry lips by licking them with her wet tongue, and dropped the bottle next to her bag under the shade of the parasol. When Carl left the water and began his walk back up the strip of beach, she flapped her towel into place on top of the colourful beach blanket.“Do you feel better?” she asked as he approached her station. She glanced from his face, down his dripping torso to his bushy hair out of which hung a thick circumcised tube, sea water.