As long as he can trust his own feelings, and feel the 'rightness' of what he senses and sees, everything will be well with him. He'll accept it as it...comes, in good time. We must be careful to let him come along at his own pace."Mike lay back. He savored the lingering flavor of the tea. He contemplated the weeks ahead, weeks in which he must get back on his feet and begin upon the path that he and the boy would walk together.Explosions, the stuttering rattle of machine gun fire and the cries. " What?" I just realized that you got what you asked me for." What are you talking about?" Did you forget already? The reason all this really got going was that you asked me if I would masturbate with you and show you how it's done." Oh my gosh! You're right!" If you hadn't asked me to do that, and I hadn't played this little game with you, we never would have done what we just did." You were playing a game with me, Sherry?" Well, sort of. I'm sorry to make you jump through hoops like that Mary. What was worse, was some of them didn't want her because they loved, or even liked her. They did it because she was unobtainable. Forbidden fruit. Or arguably even worse, just to spite Mick. Some of his personal rivals who would like nothing more than to claim her and use that information to mock him. She was just an item. A means for their own ends to them.She shook her head and smiled. Now wasn't the time to be thinking about that. These were her last moments with Mick. She wrapped her arms. Then she parted with me telling that her husband might arrive any time and she is moving out to the gate and walked off. I went fast to my flat and jerked off (masturbated), thinking of her and was waiting for a chance. Then I myself found it to be very over reacted and sent her a message telling that “I am sorry that I have over done”, but the reply which I got made me very happy, and the reply was “Thanks and I enjoyed it and I am thinking only about you, only you”.Then the most awaited day.