"What do you say we go upstairs and draw you a bath? It might help you relax."I didn't really want to go, but Evan might just be trying to get me off ...is lap. I nodded and started to sit up."Oh no, you don't. You stay right there."Before I could get any further, Evan smoothly stood with me in his arms, my knees draped over his right arm and his left supporting my shoulders. I wrapped my arms around his waist, snuggled my head into his neck, and relaxed into him.When Evan carried me into the. ”“I’m getting to the ‘Fuck It’ stage as far as the paparazzi. I’ll live my life the way I want, and if people don’t like it, they can stuff it. I’ve been very guarded about my private life. I see no reason to change. If my best friend and lover attends an event with me, I don’t think I need to explain further. When asked questions about who you are all I need to say is ‘No Comment’.”Dave laughed, “That approach works for me. If they ask me, I’ll tell them I’m a guy that you picked up at some. When he opened the door the men with Angela saw him almost immediately. They all stopped in shock for a moment. With a loud yell the Youth Minister announced, "Get him. He has a camera."Jerry began to move back when the standing men started for him. He laughed to himself when he heard Angela scream. He even caught a pretty good shot of the man in her ass pulling from it leaving it gaping open. The Deacon underneath her pushed her off him and began struggling to his feet also.Jerry ran from the. ” Beginning to stutter he continued, “I mean they look soft and smooth with no callous’ or cracks.”“Thank you for the compliment, I think, but I’m not putting nail polish on my feet to satisfy your weird sexual needs” I replied.After about a minute of deep thought, John offered, “I’ll paint your toes, and you can take pictures of me doing it so that you’ll have something over me, forever.”An evil grin slowly spread across my face as the realization of his statement sunk into my demented brain..