”“I might be ruining his chances with my book.”“That’s why you need to come work for me.”“What will I be doing?”“Rewriting your book...”“I’m not rewriting my book. That would be whitewashing what’s happening.”“I’m not asking you to whitewash anything. Right now, your book is describes a very sick patient by enumerating the symptoms of corruption. That’s only half the story.”“What’s the other half?”“Identifying how the patient can be cured. That’s what I want you to work on.”Although he had some. I thought back to that time in the showers when I was fifteen, glancing down at Reuben Fowler’s cock and feeling incredibly turned on by it. I felt that same feeling now, sitting next to T-Bone and wondering why he was nicknamed that, thinking about his cock. I felt myself start to harden and I had the insatiable urge to start masturbating right then and there. Just to rub one out, despite the presence of T-Bone. I groaned in drunken frustration, leaned forward and put my head in my hands. . ‘Jennie it is then,’ were his words, as he rang off the phone. She made herself a cup of tea, after cleaning a bit and while she waited for him to arrive. He wasn’t very long in getting there at all. Jennie was smiling as soon as the doorbell rang. She hurried to the door to let him in, and had a hug for him, as he came into the house. ‘My what a lovely man you’ve become, Johhnie,’ she said to him and then quickly: ‘I guess I should apologize, one doesn’t call a man ‘lovely’ these days, I. . good. Little by little the pain- filled expression on the girl's lovely young face turned into a blind stare of passionate acceptance as she crouched in helpless submission before the humping animal behind. Then, almost without warning, the young blonde felt her hips begin a mindless, automatic motion back against the invading animal-penis, and in another moment the suddenly maddened young woman was twisting her buttocks around in lewd circles of abandoned passion, mewling and moaning in.