Matt was oggling two eleven year old girls who were holding hands while walking down his sidewalk."How are you today, Matt?" she said, turning to face...him, as she planted her feet on the swing. He looked over to her and smiled."Hi," he said, "you're looking very pretty today." What happened to that straight talking guy I used to come over here to talk to?" I guess he's in one of his mellow moods today," Matt said with a sly grin. "So what's new with you?" Nothing much. Seems like all I do these. Sadly, the wall was not a perfect protection, and the boy-soul felt loss andgrief without knowing what he had lost, or what he was grieving for, andnightmares found their way over the wall to torment his sleep for years tocome.And whispers of the girl-soul also made their way over the wall, but insteadof comforting, they only frightened the boy-soul even more than thenightmares did.Then the boy found the wall, and made the first crude attempts to make anopening in it, only to be overwhelmed. Then Mr. Carroll could take it to a record company, and he only gets 34% of future money as my agent." Well I do have a question about all this," Tony said. "Does Mr. Carroll leave by the right side door or the left? I'm pretty sure there are more real musicians on this boat than real agents." Tony there's nothing outside the right door," Rebecca giggled."Oh there is a very wide river out that door." He turned to Mr. Carroll, "so I would really suggest the left one." Now listen here young man.. Touching my hair, my neck. I'd get excited immediately. Sometimes she would glance at my crotch while chatting with me and rubbing my neck. I was definitely in her thrall. Naturally I spent a lot of time jerking off in my room thinking about her and wondering what were her plans for me. I was working a temp job for the next few weeks. Then I come home one day, unlock the door to my room. Shock waves. Frieda is sitting in my chair reading my porn books. B and D. Drag queens. Spanking books. Had.