The police came and reported that he had slit his wrists. Hismother found a final note on the his dresser explaining everything."Dear mother, I tried ...o hard to do everything my best to please you. Itried to be the best boy I could be for the first eleven years. My athleticswere the best in school and my grade scores were among the top 90 percent inthe country. But that wasn't good enough for you and you never loved me.That Christmas at eleven I found out you hated me because I was a boy.. You can swirl your tongue around the head of my dick. Make love to my dick. Please, Zak. I want you to suck me.”“I did not say anything and got on my knees and his stiff dick was in my face. My hand wrapped around his base and I opened my mouth and let him push his dick in. It was a strange feeling as his dick went beyond my lips and I had my lips around his shaft. I was tasting his salty precum.”“Suck me, baby. Suck me good. If feels good and do not stop. Move your tongue around my dick. You. You do it now. Good girl.”Lotte knelt behind him, first kissing his buttocks, then licking them, then daring to pull those buttocks apart, to focus her eyes on his anus, which was a deeper black than the surrounding skin and puckered, slightly gaping.“Go on, give it a little tickle with your finger,” he encouraged.Greatly daring, Lotte used her fore-finger to gently stroke his anus, pushing her finger in very gently and very slightly. “Good girl,” he said, breathing loudly, and beginning to. There lived a conspiracy against my ever returning to the Pacific Northwest. Until one day, early in summer, business would again send me to southern Oregon.I was concerned about seeing her. We had stayed in touch, but our businesses, too, conspired together to keep us apart. Because of the pressures, I had not called, and now several weeks had passed with no contact. I was not looking forward to our initial conversation."This is Kristen," said the voice on the cell phone. "Hello?" Hi, Kristen,.