My friend (and fellow pipefitter) Tom was a wild man; big, strong, and a fierce brawler - a very manly guy by any standards. And he could party! Our s...range 'peeking' thing started back in the 80's, (or perhaps earlier?) and continued on and off to the present day.Whenever working in the Minneapolis area, I liked to stay with Tom. In the early days he was married, and his wife was also a trades-person; mouthy, nasty, and a lot of fun. Back then everybody smoked lots of pot, and pretty much. She was practically begging me to validate her concerns and agree that she wasn’t crazy. Unfortunately, based on her writings I was not sure that outpatient therapy was going to be enough for Stephanie. As is my practice when faced with a patient that did not seem in imminent danger, I was going to wait before deciding to commit her, unless she gave me good reason not to wait. We did, after all, have twenty more minutes. ‘Do you feel crazy Stephanie? Do you feel trapped?’ ‘I don’t know what. The Head had shaved specially for this day, and his cock seemed longer for it. IT was fat too, with a big angry looking head sheathed in his foreskin. the Head paused to drink in the sight before him. A pretty girl bent over the bench in front of him, her tears drying. Her legs apart to show him the entrance to her charms. Matted curls protecting her. And a bum covered in livid red weals. those weals soon to turn to black and blue bruises. The Head slowly rubbed his cock at the sight. He knew. "Keep the flashlight covered!" Sato growled. "You want the whole fucking town to see we're up here?"Sato's long time in the city had robbed his recollection. He'd forgotten how just how dark it got here about. His companions were likewise scared spitless. Jumping at every thing that went bump! Or hoot! In the night. They had lucked out in a way, being the night of a new moon. There was however just enough starlight to see by. Unfortunately that meant any light used would also be seen for miles..