I looked at Mr. Smith he had a bulge in his shorts but what I was surprised by was the fact I was semi hard. I reached for my shorts to cover up what ...as going on but Mr. Smith saw he grabbed my hand to stop me "What do you think you are doing boy?" he asked. "I need to get back to work Mr. Smith Sir" I couldn't believe I was calling him Sir he was in my head. He pulled my hand to the lump in his shorts "Look what you did to me boy!! Have you ever had a cock boy?" I pulled my hand away "No Sir. Thank you very much.”“You’re very welcome,” Martin replied. “I’m sorry you’ve been out there for a day. It’s damn cold.”“I know, but I couldn’t get into the shelter up the street because I don’t have my ID.”“That sucks,” Martin said as he started driving to the hospital.“I’m Megan,” she said.“Martin.”“Thank you, Martin. I really appreciate this,” she said. “No one helps anyone around here.”“You’re in a rougher part of town,” Martin explained. “You don’t know who to trust around here.”“You. “Oh my” I thought “this guy is gorgeous!” I took a deep breath to respond, while he started to seat himself. An entire table, and he sits in such a way, that one leg goes between mine on the bench, and he places his food to the side, his dark sunglass covered eyes never moving from mine while he finished sitting. A smirk crossed his face, as he looked directly down, to observe the desserts inside the skirt. His white teeth sparkled as he boldly smiled. I was holding my breath, not actually. I’d even support alternative lifestyles, as in group marriages, as long as it was consensual and didn’t involve minors. To quote one friend of mine, ‘I want the government out of my business, my pocketbook, and my bedroom.’““Jason, I can tell right now if you end up in Washington it’ll become a more interesting place.”“I’d hope so. How about you, Senator? Are you planning to run in oh-eight?”“At the moment it’s up in the air. Friday I thought I’d made up my mind, but I began to have second.