Then i would slowly move my hand towards you inner thigh as i moved my kisses onto your lips. my hand would graciously pass over you breasts and start...to unbutton your blouse.with your blouse more than half way off i would start kissng your neck again working my lips towards you nipple.by now your shirt would be completly off.(ya your not wearing a bra- lucky me).then i would scoot you back onto the bed more to get the approprate possition to start undoing your pants.as your breaths get harder. I went back into the living room,lubed up my hungry ass, and eased in my buttplug while I went about readying for Bam. I set up a hypno on my iPod, smoked some weed, and watched flashing images on my TV screen telling me what a useless sissy fag I am. I reached for my poppers and started taking huge hits. The warmth hit me, my heart started beating faster, and I started to slide down on to the floor. I removed my plug, reached for my 8in dildo, took another deep hit of poppers, and started. The death toll would be obscene. Eighteen minutes later, the second tower buckled and went down, killing hundreds, perhaps thousands more people. People whose crime was not calling in sick on Tuesday morning. Brokers and bankers and secretaries and technicians, mothers and fathers and siblings and lovers. People who, in their own way, mattered. Then there were the firemen, the policemen, the volunteer rescue workers and the EMTs. People driven by nothing more than a desire to help their fellow. It was not hard at all, just general common sense questions. I decided to call Kira and invite her to lunch. She obliged and we met at the same little diner where I had previously made a scene. As Kira and I walked through the door of the diner, I spotted Dane sitting at a table along the back wall. He wasn’t alone. He sat a across from Hatch; they seemed to be engaged in a friendly conversation. I sighed to myself and followed Kira to a booth close to the front. Kira patted my hand and ask if.