.There is only Porn and the perfect Porn goddesses who reward our worship with hour upon hour of bliss, and load after load from our balls.Porn reache... out and holds me, carressing me, calling me to come deeper and deeper. I never think - how do I break from this cycle? I only ever think - how can I get deeper? How can I devote myself more fully to Porn? I have Porn arrive in my email. I have Porn arrive on my phone. I have Porn arrive in texts. I have Porn as a screensaver. I have Porn as a. Small painful tugs of the hairaccompanied my every movement.I opened the door, and found that it connected to the suite where my partywas. Standing in the door was non other than..myself!"Wh.Wh.Who are you?" I stammered."I'm Sal. Are you all right Kiko?" I'm not Kiko," I said, "I'm Ben. What did you do to me..us?"Sal replied, "I did nothing. It suddenly went black, and the next thing Iknow, I in some kind of Cuisinart and then wake up in Ben's body. Are yousure you're Ben?" I know who I am, and. "You're gonna grow up to be a leader one day, son," he'd say.Jesse finally graduated from university and left the country to work in France. I cried at the airport when she left. She was like a mom to me. Dad thought I was old enough to take care of myself and refused to waste money on a new babysitter. Sherwin and I had the huge two-story house to ourselves. My dad brought me a sack filled with cricket balls, so even though we hit about two balls over into Wayne's house every week, we were. Just as I neared the flat I lived in with my parents I was passing a lady who lived two doors away from us. She was about mid fifties I would guess and although I only knew her by her surname I knew that she knew everything about everyone in the neighbourhood.It was a bright spring day and I think it was about four in the afternoon. Mrs Fellwood was tending her little front garden and was wearing green rubber gloves, a white blouse, black skirt and an apron to help keep her clothes clean. .