Cameras ... Cameras ... Cameras ... everywhere; street corners, crosswalks, parking garages, ski trails, mountain tops and valley bottoms. The courts ...ccepted the video as evidence and a lot of Europe was Napoleonic Law. You are guilty until you prove your innocence.Taxes were nearly fifty percent and there had been revolts when governments decided they needed more money ... break the law and pay a fine ... it's not a tax ... it's a fine and nobody is perfect. Even excessive honking was against. Went to a local dive bar, more of pool table, cowboy shot and beer type bar, Love checking out str8 guys who are really bi or intereted in a tease. Noticed this one guy at few stools down, fucking gorgeous hunk of a guy, Tall, fucking black cowboy boots on, and shirt unbuttoned to show off his hairy chest. He sat drinking and turned and noticed me, Kinda nodded his head, like hey guy its cool. I just nodded back., and took a long drink of him from head to toe. Love a man in boots. So a few more. Having navigated with great difficulty my years of puberty long before the arrival of the ‘Internet’ and the wealth of information and naked pictures of young men that we have instantly at our disposal today, I was all too aware of my fascination with other guys, especially their willies and dangly bits, which I had often spied in the showers at college but at the time, I never identified as being ‘gay’; to me that was something quite different. Yes, I was sexually naïve, unbelievably innocent. .............Feeling her lips she remembers Him walking out the door, and the raw and tender feeling all over her body from his rough forceful goodbye in the bedroom. Three weeks without Him what is she going to do after he leaves for work. First she cleans up whatever was a mess, no use having it a mess even if he's not there, then taking a bath and gently washing his saliva and sweat off her body she removes his smell along with it mournfully. Running the washcloth over scorched nipples, he.