Well who knows? These are my secrets, I never wanted them reveled, but as I approach the end of my road, I thought, maybe, I may be able to expunge ...rom my memory the guilt and uncertainties which have blighted my life. I can never be sure that I did not just allow it to happen, that if I had just had the courage to tell someone, then things and my life might have turned out differently. The names and places are all changed, (for my peace of mind not to protect the guilty!) as my family. Lay behind me dear. Don't go right for the pussy, she said, just slowly rub me, my stomach, my arms, my legs, my neck. Enjoy me, soft kisses, tease me gently. So i would slide my hands slowly across her stomach, down her soft thighs, up her arms and then she whispers, yesss..like that!! Then i nudge into her neck and just breathe, dragging my lips across her neck without actually sucking on it. I figured out quickly, when she spoons, she wants to be caressed and adored. She does NOT want. . If you want I can tell the others to leave you with your earnings and they can share their own. And... If I do that favor for you, maybe you can do a favor for me?..." I had a clear idea of what it was he wanted me to do for him in exchange and I thought about his proposal. I then nodded letting him know that I would accept his offer. Frankie got up from his seat as he came over to me, and once he was right in front of me he placed his hands on my hips. He held me closer to his body as his. “Nice car, is that a 1972 Ford Gran Torino?” “Yea, how’d ya know?” “My dad had one. He loved that car, and so did I, we had one that dad and I used to take out on the weekends.” “Yea well it’s my one indulgence.” “Only one?” he grinned at me, flashing that rakish smile. “I will never tell.” That night we discussed Braydon and his illness. I described how I had gotten close to him and about my brother, who Braydon reminded me of. We even talked about cars, I think he was impressed by how much I.