Stretching his body forward now over the table's top left corner as if to point to a distant spot on the map, his well packed pouch slipped smoothly f...rther onto the work surface. I recall that he made some reference to the trouble "occluded fronts" can cause to pilots, to which I responded that "... they only cause trouble if they get squeezed on map tables." Well," he chuckled openly at that last one, "the clever pilot always finds relief from occlusion." "Yeh," I retorted, "but seldom. "I tried to interject, to tell him it wasn't all bad, but he interrupted me."You know what it's like? I watch other people - girls - talking to each other, talking to me, doing whatever, and it's like a knife in the fucking ribs. All these things I've wanted to be able to do my entire life, and they do them... so effortlessly. It actually physically hurts. Right here."Silence, again. I was having difficulty dealing with this, so I stayed quiet as well."It's just not fair," he said. "I look at. She is a travel agent so she is gone a lot if the time. My dad, Thomas, is gone a lot too but not as much. He has green eyes and stands 6 feet tall. He works long hours at his business and sometimes has to go away for a long while. Well time to tell you what happened to me during my March Break. My parents got the news that they both had to go on business trips during that time, so I was left home alone. I didn’t mind being alone at home. It gave me freedom to do what I pleased. I had run of. In the crowd, he suddenly turned sideways facing the doors, dropped his hands (and the carrier bag) to his side and very obviously pressed the whole of his right side against the front of my body; so much so, that his left side was pressing quite firmly against my hardening crotch, already oozing pre-cum into my Calvin Klein briefs. It was too much of an obvious invitation; we were standing in the corner by the doors, and he was facing them, so there was no-one in front of him to see anything..