Now it was the point of no return, he thought to himself. If she were to get cold feet and try to change her mind, he didn't know if he could force hi...self to back down, and respect her wishes... One foot in front of the other, slowly he strode through the living area where electronic synth music played softly in the background. In the distance, off down the hallway he could hear the sound of a shower emanating from the furthest door; steam rolled out through the thin crack at the bottom and. “We all need a reality check occasionally as to our limits.”“Well, I want to push mine. I want to try to get to nationals.”If he was surprised, he didn’t show it. He leant back in his chair.“You want to try, huh? Well, with an attitude like that I’m not sure that you’re really interested.”I blinked, confused. Hadn’t I just collapsed by his pool the week before after knocking over a second off my personal best? He leaned forward.“‘Try’ is a weasel-word, James. It’s something that people say so. You’re probably, maybe thinking “dude! WTF are you thinking??? dont follow this crazy old homeless lady back into her dirty Bush spot!”But I was only thinking: “Whatever. She’s just a kooky, harmless old bag-lady. I’ll humor her.”And besides, her “dirty bush spot” is exactly where I wanted to be.So she drags me back into her bushes, which by the way, is like a mini- outdoors Apartment with all her stuff, little second-hand shelves and trinkets, stacks of cat-food cans, weird voodoo snow-globes,. Then it hit me someone had been getting a blowjob from a guy. But who was doing the sucking, I wondered?I had never considered getting a blowjob from a guy, but there was no denying my cock was hard as hell thinking about what had gone on in that restroom. It must be because I have been so frustrated with Kelly not sucking me off before I left.I could not stop thinking about it when I looked up, and saw the young man staring at me and smiling. He must have been the cocksucker, I thought. I.