"You missed a meal even better than the one I madelast night," I told him and started laughing. "Hey Joan, I told you that you could cook for me anyti...e," he said andjoined my good humor. "How did it go with Darla last night?" he asked. "Inoticed she was wearing the same earrings that you have. Was that youridea or hers?" I hoped we weren't going to fight over this. I explainedthe earring situation to Sam. Darla had the diamond studs but wouldn't beable to wear them for a while yet. Sam seemed. I took that as an invitation to grab it, it felt good in my hands. I sat closer to him and he started stroking me too through my pants. It was so nice stroking his hard but fleshy cock he suggested we watch some porn.The gay porn he put on scared me, showed guys smoking cigars and putting them out on each other's balls. I was thinking I better run but I think he knew I was getting scared so he turned it off with the remote. He stood up and took off all his clothes and I did the same. When. Groups of NWO fanatics assured Jason a plentiful supply of fresh artifacts as needed. The artifact eventually died. Jason could care less.Working in the Concentration Camps of pre-war Germany, inured him to human suffering. That he was a trifle mad worked to his benefit. No pity and a sociopathic outlook allowed him to experiment. Free rein from Herr Hitler assured no complaints from his staff.Eventually, the handwriting on the wall said, "The Third Reich has failed. Get out while you can."In. "Off, Tyler," Jackson repeated. "Let's go."Tyler let go of his pants, and they drooped over his hips, just enoughto not fall off entirely. He picked at the buttons on his shirtslowly, not wanting to see what was underneath even though he sure ashell could feel it. He pried open the first three buttons and peekedinto the opening there..."Jesus," he whispered, unable to look away from the breasts under theshirt. His breasts. His pale, milky white breasts, bulgingattractively from his chest, the.