That was until one January afternoon, on a bitterly cold Winter's day, I entered the public toilets. I decided on the stall I was going to occupy, and...sat there, reading the latest erotica, slowly playing with my engorged cock as I admired the beautifully drawn images. I hadn't been there long, before I heard someone come into the premises, and occupy the accompanying stall. I stopped playing with myself, but was still highly turned on. My cock was already sporting a globule of hot, sticky. You’re going to have to call on more commanding forces than I have available. You’re going to have to go see the Wuzard. LIBERTY: The Wuzard? Who’s that? NADER: Not who, my dear, what? LIBERTY: Well…. What then? NADER: The Wuzard of U.S. Congress, I mean. The bad boys on the Hill. Everyone knows about the Wuzard. The Wuzard acts on everyone’s behalf. Everything that happens here in Yuppie town and everywhere else that counts has to be approved by the Wuzard. You oughta know that. Liberty was. I was able to contain my erections though while we played and that was a good thing. It was pretty easy because we were having good old fashioned fun.There were different cliques in the neighborhood between the kids. The only ones who seemed to like Buddy and Lewis were two Hispanic brothers named Franklin and Manny. Franklin was a heavyset kid, and he was probably about Blair’s age. Manny was closer to my age and scrawny.“Want to play in the water?” Buddy asked Manny.“Nah, we don’t have our. "I thought you'd like to spend some time with your new friends without me hanging around." Dad, it's been a long time since we've seen each other. Shit, it's been a long time since we were here, too. Not since..." She broke off. I saw her eyes glistening in the firelight but she didn't let the tears fall. I knew the pain of our loss was still too strong for her to talk about it much. We'd lost Carla's brother, her husband and their infant son in an accident fifteen years before. My wife --.