I’m frightened it’ll happen again – I won’t be able to control myself.’ He looked lost, helpless, ‘I was sure you wouldn’t want to see m... again afterwards and, if it happened again, I’m sure you’ll leave me!’ He was like a little boy. I’ve found, in my life, that men (and boys!) can seem so childlike in situations like this. We woman are stronger, I think, more able to deal with these complicated emotions. ‘You’re so silly!’, I said forcefully, ‘Sunday was as much my fault as yours. We must put. Charles Henderson and some of his golfing friends were holding a silver trophy above their heads. Another man held a bottle of champagne between his thighs like a huge phallic object, a white stream of liquid gushing like an erupting geyser from the end of the bottle. His testicles erupted with an unforgiving force, a substantial amount of emotional liquid shooting along the shaft with a hot and wonderful sensation, bursting with reckless abandon inside her mouth, spraying the back of her. I work out daily with weights to circumvent my frustrations because of my handicap. Our father, who owns a chain of sports stores and a one-time professional body builder, has always encouraged Sabrina and I to work out. In our basement, dad keeps almost every type of workout piece of equipment available. Mother, a very beautiful woman died of breast cancer when I was nine.Sabrina, my sixteen-year-old sister and her best friend Donna say that I am the spitting image of a young Robert Redford. I just lay there, looking up at him. He then grabbed his robe and pulled it over his head. Underneath he wore a linenshirt and dark pants. Before I could even begin to study his body he alsoremoved the shirt, giving me free excess to look at his torso. Well muscled hewas, this guy. Although the muscles were not the only eye catcher on him. Theskin on his upper arms, shoulders, chest and down over his belly was full ofstrange symbols being tattooed and etched or branded into his skin, making.