Don’t -- God forbid -- say that explicitly. Act like it is true and like you were a sensible guy for whom it is true. You think I try to run your li...e, don’t you?”“Yeah.” That had been a damned stupid question while they sat in the car with Dad trying to run his life.“And you don’t like it.” Then why did he keep doing it? “Well, you’re an independent human being, and I try to treat you as one, maybe not quite as much as you would wish I did.” Not quite as much meaning not at all. “But Sandra is. . so, so... so, I wouldn'tlook like a sissy. It's, well, Ms. Paine said it was a more mature lookfor me. And, oh, I thought this was what you... you wanted me to do,well, because..." Frankie's voice trailed off as he looked at his mother'sdeepening frown."Really, you just have to stop doing this," she said with a no-nonsenseedge in her voice. Frankie looked at her with astonishment. "You can'tgo around dressed like this Frankie..."The young man nodded and hung his head. "Yes, I know.... No not worth it," I thought in my head as I pulled off a quick almost-right-to-left transfer. It's funny how the standard went up as the likes neared the end. Suddenly, my eyes went wide, followed by a thud, and a yell."Fuck!" I called out, phone bouncing off my forehead, then tumbling down the couch. "Shit, shit, shit, don't swipe for me." Yo, Chris, chill man" Neil said, coming back in after the exclamation. "I'm sure you'll have more chances tomorrow, even if your phone did swipe for you."My. For him this feeling, this wonderful adrenaline rush of being in control of another-persons reactions was just awesome, never before had he enjoyed such a surge of power, mastery, unstoppable domination… without a touch to his own body he began to ejaculate, his seed pumping from his over-stiff tool filling his boxers, wetting his jeans, and making him lightheaded for a second or two, his heart-beat drumming loudly in his head. To her relief he was forced to cease his ministrations, collapsing.