I look around, trying to find some good spots, somewhere clear but not noricable, then I get an idea. I put some paper towels on top of the toilet, no... the seat, and then on the counter that is in front of it, I make a pyramid of paper towels and place on just inside the hole of 1 of them. I know its not going to be enough. I go back to my house to get some more mini cameras and place them in more of the paper towels, but I know that by the time that I get back, 1 or more people would have. I have reached a point in my life where ED has overtaken me and I can no longer fuck anyone man or woman. So, these days I mostly suck and bottom.How did I get to this point? Well, it started when I was a mere sixteen. My two older cousins and I use to skinny dip in the Scioto River, and this middle-aged man would stand on a railroad trestle and watch us swimming nude below, in the river.One day he came down to the river bank and introduced himself as Tony. He said he would pay us if we let him. I expected it was the kind of thing that would occupy me most days. We also took a report on a stolen bicycle later in the day. Other than those two we rode around all day just keeping an eye on the county. There was a large land mass but most of it was undeveloped. Land sitting empty was hardly ever of concern to a cop of any kind. It took people to create crime.Letter and I stopped for lunch at the shopping center near the highway. There was more than one small restaurant out there. Letter. When it came, my unit was among many extended another three months to a fifteen month deployment. Now I was going nuts!I wrote a long letter in November and asked for more news of my baby and Amy. The response didn't come back until early December; one letter from Floyd. It was short, and mostly local gossip and trivial stuff but did not answer any of my questions. Now I was really baffled, and getting pissed, too. I wrote my sister, Janet, but got no reply for over a month. No written contact.