And yet strangely, I was still rock hard."Let's take a little break and have the audience interact with Frank. You can touch him, do anything you like...as long as you use a newspaper to do so. There is a stack here in the corner. And please do not make him come. We are not quite done yet."Mistress Phoenix unwrapped my head so I could look at people as they used me. Most of the people used the newspaper to caress my body, spank my butt and face lightly, some poked me in the genitals. One woman. Standing back up straight, I looked into the car to make sure John was still asleep then slowly walked towards the man. ‘Actually,’ I said stopping a few feet from him. ‘She’s my mother. I’m Crystal Miller.’ The man’s mouth dropped open, and he dropped the paper. ‘And you are?’ I asked taking off my sunglasses so he could see my eyes. ‘I-I’m Jeff Daniels. You can’t be Crystal.’ Indignantly I put my hands on my hips. ‘And why can’t I?’ He smiled at me. ‘Because the last time I saw you, you were. "A young man of sixteen years reminded America today about who we are, and what we stand for. His words were bravery itself, considering that he alone attacked the crazed gunman who murdered President Gray. Young Kevin Townsend miraculously survived a devastating head wound that doctors have described as 'life ending, ' and recovered sufficiently to be wheeled out into the Rose Garden, at the White House, where was the recipient of the Presidential Medal of Freedom, America's highest civilian. It seemed to me that she was just realising her own sexuality too and she was easing into the role. I didn’t think I had a chance but at the after-party I asked her to dance. She accepted and we were virtually inseparable from that moment on. She had a wicked sense of humour and I was able to make her laugh. She seemed to know instinctively that the cool people were just obnoxious, as I did. We steered clear from them all night and had a ball together. Our first night of making love was.