On our way to the Metro, we passed a bistro that was in the process of opening, and Sam studied the chalkboard that served as the outdoor price list."...ix Euros for a pastry and a glass of juice? That's what, eight bucks?" Sounds about right," I said."Whoa. Must be some kind of pastry." Probably from the same big bakery as the croissant you had back there," I said, nodding back into the direction of the train station.The Metro was busy as always. Sam stayed close to me, observing the multitudes. "Puuuuuuusssssyyyyyyy!"I just shook my head, folded my arms, and laid my head down."Who was that?" a voice said."Just an asshole." Ain't you workin'?"And I looked up, and there he was. Nicky. Still shirtless, in those black jeans, looking down at me in the early evening sun. "Hi!" I said. "Nicky, right?" Yep." And he sat down next to me. Well, that was unexpected, I thought. "Why'd he say 'Pussy?'"I chucked at hearing the boy's voice form that word, pussy. Just wasn't used to it, I guess. "I. ..Some time later, elsewhere in the world, a man named John came upon"The Gift of Tongues." The title excited him, and his heart beat rapidly as he downloaded the story. He began to read and his excitement grew, as did his erection, which he stroked and fondled gently, imagining little Missy's touch. Every sentence stirred him, every erotic image deepened his arousal, and he masturbated with sweet abandon until, having held out quivering on the edge to the very end, he exploded in orgasmic. There as they got to the deck jack dropped the board walk for the young lady to come on board "hey ladies welcome aboard our ship" said Jack as they kissed him on the cheeks. There all the women were on board of the cruse ship, mean while on the other hand the sailor known as don is by the wheel dying of embarrassment by holding his crotch "hey naked sailor come and meet these fine looking women here" said jack to the sailor "no I'm staying put" said the sailor who is now more embarrased "fine.