I set up a nice rhythm with my hips as I tease her nipples with one hand and rub her clit with the other. Very quickly, she’s bucking and clutching ...t my neck, trying to pull me down to her body.She wants to finish missionary so I stretch out over her and shove my arms under her shoulders to hold her tight against me as I begin to pound into her with some real authority. It’s a race to the finish. In just a couple of minutes, I hear a low growl beginning deep inside her, growing until it erupts. With a little surgery, I could becomean outreach figure. The Father told me that it would better hide mefrom my false friends who would try to steer me away from the righteouspath. I told the Father that I surrendered my masculinity to him, and Iwas willing to make whatever sacrifice to further his divine word.The Father made the arrangements for me. I traveled with my wife to thehospital. We rode in the back seat as one of the Father's driverschauffeured us to the hospital. The Father's. "Fromage de tête¹! That's what his face looks like! Monsieur, you have the face of fromage de tête and, quite possibly, smell like one too!"The boy snickered and roughly shoved Erik as he mocked him. His friends laughed as Erik's ankle twisted on the edge of a cobblestone and he stumbled. The group of boys encircled him, pushing and pawing at Erik, but he continued to walk unheeding along the street."Nah! He don't smell like fromage. Fromage smell too good. This one, he smell like he dead! Hey!. After about five minutes, he appeared. His hair was wet, and he had a thin towel wrapped around his hips. When he walked up to the window, my stomach sank. I figured he had seen me and was closing his blinds, but to my pleasure, he was only opening his window to let in the morning air. He stood by the window for a second, before backing far enough away from the window that I was able to see his body from head to knee. I tore my gaze from his rock hard six pack long enough to look at his face..