He walks up to him and he rubs his snout very gently against his arm, he has never done anything like that, weird. My boyfriend walks into his box and...the stallion prances and gently nudges him all the time. My boyfriend continues wondering, but likes it. I watch him leading the stallion out to the bar where he always takes his sperm. The stallion suddenly becomes very nervous. He pulls on his gloves as usual and notices that he didn't have to get the stallion in the mood today, his gigantic. .........I look up to see you towering over me, gazing down at me. I recognize the smile on your face. It is the smile of one who knows that his word alone is enough to put me on my knees.My eyes fix on yours. I hear the sounds of buckles, cloth, and zippers in motion. When the sounds finally cease my eyes drift over your muscular frame, admiring your superiority. Down and down my eyes examine the details of your perfection until they finally settle on your manhood. It is large, firm and. The violence continued for a number of weeks, drawing the FBI into their fray, with little success. Once really bad guys decide to go postal on their competition, years of paranoia and long forgotten slights resurface, and drive them to continue long after sane people would quit. The final score was unimportant. What mattered was how many got dead, and the fact that I added a select few who were fingered by Roger to the death toll. Eventually, there were no living targets to hunt. Those who. Inside was a gold ring with a huge, shining diamond and his name engraved on the back. "Marry me, Chrissy." I almost fainted. On one hand I was flattered, on the other hand I was conflicted. I am still a bit confused about my sexuality and still planned on doing what everyone in my life expect: marrying a woman and having k**s. I am not "out" as bisexual and never planned to be. Plus, I have a very full, busy life knowing too many people who would not accept anything like this. "Jim...." I.