I got out the lap steel and we played old country, Hank Williams, Jimmie Dickens, other guys they had no idea I knew about.We even did an old Bob Will... song, that Freddie sounded damn good on. Ideas were popping.Of course, it was too good an opportunity for Freddie to pass up, so with permission, he posted pictures, apologizing for lack of sound, but thanking his good buddies Two Thirds Irish for hosting again.Sammi was furious with me when she found out."Two of the biggest names in country. One supposedly got his GED by 16. The other was bigger and didn't really talk. He has "impulse issues" his brother said. I asked what that meant. Any arousal,nudity or porn and he'll masturbate right then and there. We moved in from the country because he ****d our little cousin as soon as the bus dropped her off. Hes so strong and big now. He's started grabbing Mom out of the shower and bruising her up bad. She decided to just let him fuck her now that he's had a vasectomy. We'd put porn on. He knows I can get to him anytime I want. I’m good. I’ve been one of the best. But the first time someone like me feels himself hesitate, you have to stop or a lot of people will get hurt. I hesitated once. So I stopped. I quit. ‘Santos tried to find out about me. I don’t know what he knows—maybe nothing, or not much, but he knows something. My military records are supposed to be sealed, but there are still ways for some people to find out about me. That’s enough to keep him away, away from me. “What do you think?” Eileen said, standing next to me, she took hold of my cock which was almost at full erection. She began stroking it, then dropped to her knees and kissed it.“Do you use all of those?” I asked, looking at the whips and canes.“Sometimes,” she replied, rubbing my cock against her face. “We have parties, a lot of them get used.” I suddenly had a vision of Eileen spread eagled on that frame, her hands and ankles held in the straps as Bert was whipping her. I felt her lips.