Even when he introduced the girl, she only glancedbriefly in her direction. Then she invited the man in, telling himMother awaited them.The hall was a...l marble and cool. It opened on a wide and endless corridor. It was closed on the left, but open to a lovely green garden on the right, done in the classic French style. A colonnade of pillars made a pattern of bright light and deep shadows on the floor. They walked behind the nun to the very end of the hallway. Her white hat caught the light. I sit in the galley talking to him as he makes me a three-egg omelet with an English muffin. “What are the plans for today?”“The guys want to go fishing. There is supposed to be a good location not far from here.”I put on a playful pout. “But, Sir, whatever will become of me while you are so occupied?”Tim looks at me like I am nuts but sees the playful expression. “Oh, fishing is very strenuous activity. All that sitting in hard chairs, lifting cans of beer, reeling in line and re-baiting empty. As a young man, and leading a lonely life a little if I did admit to myself, one of the things I always had to look forward to was a good time having a wank. Jerking myself off when I had the chance of being alone, and really going at it in my bedroom or in the shower and getting that climatic release of built up frustration and energy that I needed to release. Sadly, with my injuries it had been weeks since I last was able to jerk myself off as I couldn't even use my arms or reach my cock. ’ ‘Yes I can,’ he said breathlessly. ‘No…’ I tried one more time before his mouth was there again. Alright, perhaps he could, I thought, as his lips moved upon mine once more. I tried to fight it, but soon my intense sadness turned into a raging desire while his hands grasped me and held my body to him. I was joyous and angry at the same time. How was it that he had this power over me? ‘Tripp, I need you,’ I whispered against his mouth. He groaned and nodded, unwrapping his arms and steadying.