“Listen, Alice. I think Frankie tried to help. She tried to tell us that your boobs are, ummm… Squeezing Bond in a painful way. Frankie thought th...t he might die.” I tried to calm her down. “I’ll show you how boobs can squeeze! Come here!” Alice took me by the hand, led me to a tree and propped my back against its trunk. Suddenly, my face was immersed in the crack between her boobs. “Is that painful? Am I squeezing you to death?” Alice asked me. “Oh, Alice! I want more!” This felt really. As long as I can remember, he's been there. We've shared good times and bad, but through it all, we've remained friends. Years ago, when we were younger, he and I were up at my family's cabin with a couple of other friends. One night in particular, we were drinking booze and smoking pot while we played poker. Around 3 a.m. we were all pretty stoned, and the group of us went skinny-dipping in the lake. After a while, the other guys went back to the cabin and left me alone. Or so I thought. I was. The fourth man. He was huge. Not in height, he must have been less than five foot eleven. He was just fat. There was no other way to describe him. He was about 300 pound of pure fat. The guy who had just kissed him, John was his name, lowered his eyes in a show of respect. "I apologise, sir." "Don't let it happen again," the fat man said as he fixed his green eyes on Derrick. "You've already met John. These two are Mario and Louis." The other two brother, he just assumed they were brothers,. Inevitably, it would fall to him to give Will more support while he looked for alternatives. It had been almost four months since Brent had seen Henry and Lloyd, and longer still since he had been with Adam and Johnny. It was last Christmas, he recalled. He had tried diligently to stay in touch, and yet three or four times a year seemed to be the most they could manage. When they were able to get together, they never failed to at least have a drink, often dinner. Brent didn’t mind the late.