Knowing the man, I felt sure it would be some crude sexual obscenity and I tried plenty, but without success.Finally I called it a day and went home, ...eeling hot, sweaty, dusty and fed up.It was a fairly typical home evening, differing from the night before only in that instead of letting Wendy pounce on me the instant I got home I insisted on having a shower first, and the food this time was Chinese. I noted that I was already beginning to accept these comforts as no more than my due, and I. "Though... well. You're still in high school. I don't know if I should..." "Don't worry about it." Emily moved in to kiss me on the cheek. "I prefer older men anyway. And I'm already 18." She sat on my lap and started to caress my face, looking at me contemplatively as she did it. Then she started loosening my shirt, unbuttoning it slowly and running her hands across my chest. "Nice chest hair," she said. "You know, chest hair is a real turn-on for me. Most of the guys I've been with barely. My tongue flicks down and brings to my mouth the essence of my Mistress. Every taste of her is a blessing; every touch from her is a gift. I embarrass myself as tears roll down my face.Unlike the mother whose abuse caused me to run away, she stops me and kisses the tears from my face."Does my little boy love me?" Yes Mistress."How could I not love her? She has freed me.Clothes are a prison that no longer confines me. I have worn none since the day she took me. Ignorance no longer enslaves me as. Then he carried the cans into his work room.He took the cap off one, set it in the open doorway and tipped it over, so that gasoline flowed across the floor in the back part of the building. He opened the other and poured it onto the work room floor.“Maybe we should stop it here, Josh,” Bertoli said.“Play it!” I snapped.Frank stood in the middle of the lake of gasoline with an odd smile on his face. He pulled a lighter from his pocket, kissed it, studied it for a few seconds, and flicked the.