“Oh, yea” Will said. “Well, he’ll just have to suffer.”“Isn’t there something I could do?” I asked.“Like what?” he asked.“I don�...�t know. Not clean him there?” I suggested.“It has to be done, for his own health.” Will said. “He’ll just have to suffer through it. Believe me, nothing short of a hand job is going to help, and we don’t want to go there!”He rolled over and went to sleep, but I lied there, really troubled over my poor boy’s predicament. I had difficulty falling asleep, Will’s last. Of course, neither one of us knew any better, so we went along with the routine.I managed to hold out for three months before I finally caved in and asked Sally to marry me. She agreed immediately, but we still had to get the permission of her parents. It was not until later that I realized that the permission was a foregone conclusion: after all, they had an old maid for a daughter who was finally interested in a man and had one interested in her. My request was on a Friday, and the Olsons. ’ ‘Very good, Courtney. Now, if you don’t mind I want to finish my movie. Please make yourself busy.’ As I got down on my hands and knees and began scrubbing the floor my field of vision was filled with the sight of Ms. Tomyka’s long, gorgeous legs gleaming as she wore the pumps I was wearing earlier. It was a mirror image of the earlier scene – and thinking of it made me orgasm again. Thus began my descent into sexual slavery. Chapter 2 For several weeks, this became our routine: As soon as. Doing just that, I slip under the covers, already missing her warmth, my mind fuzzy and ready to slip back into sleep. I don't recall why I even woke up and don’t quite care to know. I just want to sleep by my beautiful Margot, hoping that wherever her sleeping mind is, her body will feel mine next to hers and keep her peaceful, rested. Lying down, I drape my arm over her, palm resting on her shoulder. She exhales a little louder again. Sometimes she does this at night, half awake, if one of us.