Well, no surprise that Jim and I began to show our pleasure in the way teenage boys do best. Except that Ana María had wanted us to stroke each other...We did, and it felt really really good. There, I’ve said it. I know, guys who like girls aren’t supposed to say things like that, are they?Bullshit.The key thing, something every guy finds out pretty fast, is that someone else’s hand on you feels a lot better than your own. And honestly, when you’re as horny as we were that summer, it really. They didn’t see my humor in the proclamation and accepted it as something outside their sphere of interest.I showed the sergeant in charge my letter of commission issued by the Department of the Army and countersigned by the Canadian outpost just outside of Detroit city. I could tell they really didn’t understand the logistics of my expedition, but seemed ready to look the other way if push came to shove. There were six of them and only the sergeant seemed to have any experience with dealing. You held in your hands a few neck ties. You walked over to the bed, climbed on me and started to tie me up; one for each hand and leg. I was completely at your mercy now and I didn’t mind it at all. Still holding one tie in your hands, you smiled at me. I could only guess what you were thinking. Before I knew it, everything went black. You blindfolded me. “Hmm, kinky.” I giggled. I felt you face get close to mine. Your clean shaven face pressed into my cheek as you whispered, “You have no. ”“Well. If you had written to me to say you were coming I could have given you the postcode of the farmyard at the other end of the bridle path that crosses the canal. The farmer there always keeps that path clear of snow and ice and it’s not dangerously next door to deep freezing water.”“Well, as this christening was the first family event you’d been to since ... whenever,” Gina said, “Anyway, why come to this particular christening, after you had ignored all the invitations to the.