I beg, I plead. Alone I cry, my heart aching for a forsaken soul. My heart breaking for the young man that doesn’t believe his life is worth living... for a gentle man with so much to offer so many, that doesn’t want to live this life. An end seems inevitable, and I’m not strong enough to stop it. I ask him to seek help from someone, something stronger than me. He doesn’t believe it will help. He doesn’t rant and rave, he quietly accepts this as his happiness. It is what he wants. He apologizes. 'Slowing, I nodded. I replied 'We may have to take turns carrying her. Look, I'm worried. We may be only an hour or so ahead of them. Probably less. We need to think about what to do if they find us.'Jessie grimaced. 'What can we do? I'm blank on ideas.' She shrugged, before smirking at me. 'You'd better tell Janey and carry her first. It's really cute how she listens to you. I like it.''Cute? I was hoping for manly.' I grinned.'What, for the airhead? Seriously, you're not interested in that. That's not what Dana was all about and it's not how I wanted it to be with her either. I was going to have to let her lead me and tell me what she wanted and do my best to make her happy. It was a totally new deal for me.The good part was that by just pulling the zipper in the back of that little black dress down and pushing the little straps off her shoulders, the dress fell right to her feet. She was standing there with her back to me and she was wearing a strapless bra that just barely. Any moment that my mind wasn't occupied I thought about my frustration of not having access to my cock. It was all I could do to keep from getting any hornier than I already was. I reach into my pants and play with my cage. Yes, it is still there. Yes, it is still locked. No, I can't masturbate with this damn cage on.Finally, it's quitting time. Thankfully I wore snug underwear that prevented my lock from moving around and hitting against the plastic cage while I walked around. I don't think.