”“There are worse things, Carl.”“God, I just wanna get home...”“Don’t be a wuss. You stepped up. Masterfully...”I was trying to parse ...he look on her face.“Whaddaya mean?”“Well, there’re a lot of posers out there. You know ‘em. I know ‘em. Walk around all chest pushed out, talking the talk. You’re just a plain ol’ guy, but when the cards hit the table you stepped right up.”“Little Miss Assault Sugar Shaker,” I said.“He had you, Carl. I didn’t know what YOU could do, I looked down and figured. Please send him right in."Jack and I had spent an hour tearing apart everything I thought I knew about Ken Stanton. Each time I convinced myself I was being paranoid, Jack pulled some slight memory out of me that turned me back around.His strongest argument was the one that went, "How sure were you that Jason couldn't have been a part of the attempts on you and Charles?"Holy crap ... Ken???"You need to call the auditors. Have them crawl up his butt and keep digging till they see daylight. I. So, back to this guy.After a few days of online conversation (very few, in fact) I decidedthat liked his sense of humor and his choice of baseball team (Yankees,not Mets). So I agreed to meet him, in a very public place in the midafternoon.I had an early evening appointment, so it was set up as a meet and greetmore than anything else - a little introduction to see if in person thesparks flew as much as they had in our online messages.I dressed and did my makeup carefully for the occasion, not. Get him undressed, like you did for him when he was a little boy.”Elliott saw the sly smile on his mother’s face as she came over to him and helped him out of his clothes. He was struck dumb and could only hold his arms up and step out of his pants and underwear as she stripped him down. His rigid cock was pointing at the stars, telling his mother and Jamal all they needed to know.“That looks sore,” Jamal said. “Jerk it off for him, Mommy. I’m sure it won’t take too long for him to get that.