My phone buzzed again: “Now its your turn. Tomorrow you have a similar text string with one of your friends, including where I found her and what I ...earched for. I look forward to seeing the screen shots. Good night.”I didn’t even bother to reply. My mind was racing, my heart was pounding, and my penis was throbbing. It took me quite a while to finally fell asleep, but each time I woke up, I still had a raging hardon. I spooned with Sarah a fair amount, and think she was surprised at how horny. You know, you can't tell dad!" "Well, I... I won't, but... God, I had no idea! I'm old enough to... Well... Uh... Oh my God!" She raised her body and went back to our house. I followered her. "Rebecca, please, let me explain..." "No! I mean... No. It's... It's not right, Bobby!" Then I held her: "Why not?" "Let me go!" "Stay with me, Rebecca! Please! I need it!" "Well... No! Sorry, Bobby! Let me go or I'll tell your father!" "Well, if dad was here I would not have this problem. I would be. Firstly, Calvin liked to be naked in his room and walked around nude all the time. There was a strict privacy policy in their household and no one entered a room without first knocking on the door and gaining permission to do so. Calvin always hung a pair of shorts on a hook behind his bedroom door, in case of visitors. Next, Calvin continually fondled his genitals and scratched the bushy clumps of hair under his armpits, before smelling his fingers. Thirdly, Donnie was subjected to the sounds. My hate for him boils over. My lust does too. My brain and my body are mortal enemies. My brain wins most battles, but loses every battle when it is with him. How can it be, when my mind knows best? I recall with rage, the feelings I’ve had over those years: Endorphins firing, nerves on fire, orgasms exploding. Now, kink is my god. He has made it so. How I hate him for it. How I love him for it. But I never know when he will be back. 91 is the most dialed number on my phone. Never 911. I.