All the music I allude to in this novel is stuff I like. If I make you go find it, good. For this particular tune, I emphasize it. If you have never h...ard "Kiss Me Baby," either by the Beach Boys on the Today album or in the live version talked about in this chapter, STOP READING AND GO BUY IT RIGHT NOW!!!!!! "Forgive myself. I hadn't thought of it in those terms before," Sophia was saying to Mary."What do you mean?" I think I was trying to purge it, get rid of it, get to a point where I could. My pencils, house key and stuff went in my book bag. Then I was out the door and on my bike.As I swooped down the driveway and out on the street I felt air blowing up the open legs of my shorts, swirling around my dick and balls. My cock began to swell from the unfamiliar sensation.The faster I pedaled, the more my dick grew, encouraged by the wind and the friction of its unfettered motion against my thigh and shorts. I glanced down; it was like a rod against my thigh, the head creeping. That certainly was the only thing that kept him going. Anything he said meant those he loved would suffer as much as he did. He very much expected them to kill his family before his eyes, hoping to convince him to talk, but he also knew from the start that they'd die anyway, and so would anyone else he turned in. There'd be no negotiating with these people. They'd promise him anything, but chances were they wouldn't even bother with that, assuming they'd get the information faster with either a. The bar and all it’s weight came crashing down towards my face. Not even having the energy to move I shut my eyes and waited for the impact. I sat there for 5 seconds waiting for a huge headache, but it never came. I opened my eyes and saw a rather buff, brown hair, brown-eyed man standing over me. Putting the weight back onto the rack. ‘You okay?’he asked,’looks like it almost gotcha, didn’t it?’ Not knowing what to say or even having the energy to say I just laid there staring at him. He.