Hmmmmm . . . she was right - I hadn't thought of that possibility. I looked at her crying, her wondrous breasts heaving - and thought of all the gallo...s of cum that I'd spilled over the years while fantasizing about Alicia and her steamy hot twat. She told me she'd do anything - and she meant ANYthing - if I'd just help her out of this jam - just this one time. And that, friends, was my chance. I told her I'd help her whip her project in shape (which meant of course that I'd do the damn thing. For a hot second I even convinced myself that I was drunk and he took advantage of me. Yeah that's right!! He got me drunk and ****d me... but who would I tell? I can't tell anyone about this! I'd get embarrassed. Everyone would look at me and know I had this guy's cock in my ass and call me a faggot. A dick swallowing faggot. Suddenly I could hear Stephen's voice echoing in my head. I started to recall how he repeatedly called me faggot as he thrust his cock in me. I thought about how. "You may think that there is no radio or TV available here; and there is very little commercial coverage but your mother and I spend an hour every night monitoring a shortwave set. In some ways shortwave radio is a more immediate and informative window onto the world than commercial broadcasts."To put it mildly more and more shortwave operators have been dropping out. That alone would be only indicative of shifts in activities, but there are other things such as the NWS which is a government. " she said with a bit of resentment in her tone,"How observant of you." he was quick to reply, *click*She actually grinned at the remark, "You're a smart ass." she said,"And why not? After all," he turned his head to her, "you're not my mother." he finished with a click and a wry grin, She gave out a loud laugh."My names Ashley, what's yours?" Well the last place I was at they called me the Grinning man." *click*The bus arrived. They both stood up as the Ginning man gestured for her to get on.