" Frank was complaining. It felt as ifhe were actually responding to Norm and Frank, but Mike was in such afog in his own head, he couldn't tell if he...was actually speaking orjust listening to Norm and Frank argue. All three slowly raised their hands to something, a question perhaps.Mike didn't know. He did know he felt a soothing sense of calm wash overhim, It's not too late, I can still go home. "I am home." Mike said absently. The words were hollow. They meantnothing to him. This had stopped. Wet lips and tongue, spit in my hand, lube up the whole length using my clenched fist, up, down, up down a few times, enough to get him spreading his knees wide, thrusting his hips up slightly and breathing hard. This faggot wanted my mouth. Pathetic little cock, I loved this shit. I licked from his asshole, salty and smooth up and along his balls, split them through the middle and worked my way around them in a figure 8. I kept pumping his cock, sucking on his balls and listening to him. I solved this problem simply by not giving any commands, and by simply going about my, by then, normal existence.Our first day back in Saratoga, James had asked me, after dinner, when we were alone and thinking of retiring to bed, if I would consider sharing his bed prior to our wedding. Even though we had conducted ourselves so in New York, he was most worried that I would consider such a thing here at home to be a lewd behavior. I made no answer but promised to consider it.Privately, it was. She ended up with the house, the k**s, and – in a delightfully righteous twist – the car. The rumor around the neighborhood was that she took a sledge hammer to the car, and then sold it for scraps. Bill watched it all unfold with bemused detachment. Justice had been served, and he had no regrets about what he had done. He and Roger were now even, as far as he was concerned. Still, he felt a cold and bitter emptiness inside of him. He wasn’t sure why he still felt that way until the day he.