But there were only 2 double beds in the hotel room. Tim tried to jack off in the shower before going to bed, but…despite having been feasting his e...es on the near naked bodies of girls all afternoon, there was still something about whacking off when your parents were on the other side of a thin wall, while standing in a shower that just did not lend itself to a satisfying end!His mother and father curled into one bed a little after midnight and Tammy and Tim tried to get situated in the other. You stood transfixed, oblivious to the fact that another person, any person, could come walking down the hallway at any time, watching you as you peered into my hotel room, not knowing that you knew me and knew exactly what you were watching. Unknowing that you were not just some random voyeur, but were, in fact, the best friend of the person being watched. You stood transfixed as you watched me switch to stroking myself only with my right hand, watching as I pushed my t-shirt higher up my. "What about him?" I don't know who you mean." Yes you do—the R & D guy," Crossman clarified."Lowell?" Frank asked. "I don't think so.It's true—he's having a hard time adjusting to corporate life. I don't think he has enough knowledge of the finance world to pull it off, and just between you and me—I don't think he's got the guts, either." Maybe so," Crossman replied, "but he's going to be a target for the time being. The FBI knows that he's been unhappy." Who told them that?" I did," was. ."He cut me off and said, "Look I'm sorry I said anything, let's just forget it; why don't you buy me a shirt?"Was I smart enough to let it go...of course not? What could be wrong with a little more 'communication'? And of course I was intrigued, and that's what got me into trouble. "Sweetheart is it that you're curious about women because...?" Mom I've slept with enough girls and I'm not curious...what I am is...I just think about you all the time and you...make me feel different than other.