He had several shot glasses that all looked alike on the outside but had thick to thin walls that held anywhere from three-quarters of an ounce to one...ounce to one and a half ounces. Dad had given Tina the double shot glass.Tina surprised me when she said, “Get your shit off. I need a nice chest to use.”After I removed my shirt Tina sat me down in my swivel desk chair, licked my left nipple, and then sprinkled salt on me. Next she pulled out on my pants and tucked the shot glass in my pants.. We left for the Garden of the Gods.We arrived at the visitors’ center. We looked at everything inside. I was willing. After all, she was holding my hand. We left with a map and returned to the car. We changed into our sneakers planning to take the trails after driving around. There was so much to see. It was dry but the rocks were neat. We had lunch at the trading post after hiking some. After lunch, we hiked some more. It was possible to get close to many of the more spectacular rocks. During. ...taking my pants, my socks and boots, and her dress, leaving only a blouse on her and a shirt on me...taking us out of the courtroom in chains...shamed in front of the townspeople.Now, here we were....staring at the ceiling of our respective cells....waiting for the horror that would come.The next morning started before dawn, with the Sherrif clanging a metal bar against the cells to wake us. He grinned cruelly as we blinked at him in sick realization of what was to come. "C'mon, GIT up you. It was all beautiful lean muscle.Then I got dressed. I took off all my clothes and slipped into my tight lycra single-piece. It fit my body so well... well you would just have to see how well because I looked hot and Will would back that claim up in a few hours from now. I struggled briefly to even things out and adjust certain anatomical appendages within my skin-suit but quickly made a job of it and was nearly ready to go. My bike was laying in wait and I had my water-bottle and nutritional.