The difference being he could numb pain, not suppress it. Fear was of the mind.She said nothing more, focusing on her main objective: stroking his coc... and getting him to completion. Increasing the tempo of her hand, jacking him off hard. He closed his eyes, letting himself enjoy her hand, and letting his fear in. Every charge he made, every swing of a weapon that had come at him flashed in his memory. He let it all in and relaxed.He came, covering her hand in white. The interplay of emotions. "It'll never work."I looked at her. "What will never work?" Your quote plan unquote. It's stupid and juvenile." You are certainly the expert in those fields," I assured Mandy. "Idon't even know what you're talking about," I said, playing dumb."Oh shut up, dork. You know you talk in your sleep and I can hear youthrough the wall. So don't play stupid with me Tim."I shrugged. "I seriously don't know what you're talking about," I said,squinting."Fine," she said after a long pause. "Whatever. But. Finally, Carol broke thekiss and laid back. “Wow Mom,” Marcia said breathlessly. “I had no idea anorgasm could feel that good. You really are good withyour tongue.” “It’s easy when I have someone as gorgeous as you towork with,” Carol replied as she gave Marcia anotherkiss on the lips. Marcia reached over and slowly began to unbutton hermother’s blouse. “Now Mom, can I do the same to you.I’ve never done this before so you may have to. It didn't take more than a few seconds for Keith to realize that this was what was considered a Class Two call. Those he could handle, as they were usually just people who were lonely and wanted someone to listen. Class One calls were people with real problems and Keith always passed them along to the supervisor on duty without fail. He had enough problems of his own without trying to solve anyone else's.As he listened to his current caller's tale of woe, Keith's mind drifted back to the night.