I slide your shirt off over your head, and you remove your bra. You lower one tit over my mouth so I can kiss it, then the other. You slide my shirt u... over my head. You lean your head over mine, and plant a kiss squarely on my lips. ‘Mmmm’ I moan into your mouth. Our lips come apart then meet back together. Our tongues begin a slow dance, moving from your mouth to mine, and back into yours. You slide back off of me, and push my legs apart. You wrap your hand around my thickening cock. Your. We've had a long and contentious relationship with the trash man. It's been the same guy for as long as we've lived here. He is a grump and the more we strived to get into his good graces, the more he seemed to dislike us. It's been thoroughly disheartening because we think we're pretty likable. Here in California, the whole waste management is a big deal - sorting trash from recycling and compostables, etc. It's an involved process that starts with the consumer. My wife's far more. But more than that, it is about people. Oh, and for those of you that have read the ‘Stock’ series, there’s a small surprise for you within the first chapter. Copyright 2002 * * * * * Chapter 1 It worked. John lifted the small vial filled with a clear syrup to the overhead lamp and looked at it. After only two years of research he had been able to accomplish what everyone else had considered impossible. Just then the stainless steel double doors to his lab burst open and a troupe of security. But the utility bills are paid at the end of every month, I have enough to buy groceries, not that I eat much nowadays anyway, and my right hand keeps me marginally satisfied when the urge takes me to relieve what little sexual tension I experience every few months or so. I no longer have any family to speak of, not anymore. I had shunned them all, or rather they had shunned me, after what had happened to me repeatedly in these many years. Friends? I have none, at least none that I could trust.