Dressed in his dark blue policeman's uniform with his gun at his side. How long he had been there was anyone's guess."Well, well, well... what do we h...ve here?" he said looking down at them. His big square German featured face framed with blonde wavy hair.They both looked up, startled. They hadn't heard anyone creeping up on them. Christina hastily pulled her cape around her naked body to cover herself. And Steven sat up quickly, pulling up his pants as fast as he could. The cop stood there. Desperation begins to creep into your voice now, desperation that he understands and shares. He pulls you closer, half over him, seeking your lips again and kissing you ardently, not faltering in his rhythm. Your thigh sneaks over his... and he can feel your muscles trembling. His strokes are light now, barely touching, his erection straining, sure the next full stroke will be too much for him to handle. Your lips are hungry on his, communicating your urgency, and he nods, gripping firmly. She called me a liar when I told her about my uncle. She slapped me when I said that I wanted to have my breasts removed. She told me I was ungrateful for all her and my father did for me. The conversation went nowhere. I guess you shouldnt eat anything then, she picked up my plate and dumped it in the trash, we wouldnt want those boobs of yours to get any bigger, you might kill yourself. And thats how it ended, and how I wound up being dropped off at the Wilson house and told that I would need. I dashed to the backyard to grab nine clothespins. I stopped for a moment and considered bringing a dozen. I didn’t want the clothespins to go on my asshole! I wasn’t even sure if that was possible. I grabbed a dozen anyway because my mom would be rightfully angry. I took so long and also that Mrs. Hannigan showed up when I got back.I raced outside and didn’t stop to consider the cars or anyone who might see me. Instead, I darted over to Mr. Greenbaum’s house, and I had to knock on the door to.