The men were beating off and watching. I have a private little kink thing: I love to watch boys jack off! I was talking to them, teasing them. telling...them where I wanted them put their jizz loads. I always use words like that. There is plenty of time in your life to sit with a fucking tea cup in your lap and be all fucking lady-like! I was sitting naked, in the tub, totally ready to get a big cum-load on my face. Before I could even formulate another thought about THAT, four or five of them. One day while he was climbing the stairs he fell down and started to cry I was behind him nothing happened seriously but he was crying at that time his mother came hearing his crying that was the 1st time I saw her I lifted him up immediately he was weeping and keeping his head on my shoulders as soon as he saw his mother he started to cry even more I said to her he fell down from the stairs and handed the kid to her after she put him in her shoulders and started to tap his back and he became. "They regarded me coolly. "But your house. What'd you say, six or seven years old?" Yes it was. And designed and built by a freelance consortium of eminently qualified engineers." I pictured the motley crew sitting around the table in the kitchenette after work, But, hey! We WERE eminently qualified."Who would that be?" Me an' the guys I used to drink coffee with at the plant."The older guy snickered. "That's interesting. What about utilities?"I showed them the generator, the propane tank and. "To talk about us, dude. Where we can't hear 'em." Stupid. Why don't they just tell us what they're thinking? If it's dumb, we'll tell 'em so, and if it's cool, we'll be cool."Vince shrugged. "Chicks, dude. They're all alike."Raffy was silent, but that wasn't entirely out of character; he was pretty shy, even back in Manila. Here, he had an adequate, but not expert, grasp of the language, and the Americans were prone to using idioms and slang which he imperfectly understood.But wasn't that why.