"Did you come in for something, Mom?" Sara asked."I was going to ask how long Andy was staying, so Dad knows when he needs to take him home." 7:30," I...said lifting my head which distracted Sara. I powered my arm through her resistance and grabbed her tit.Mom smiled at the sight."I'll leave you alone now," she said.As soon as Mom was gone, I said, "Next time I'm over, we can fuck even if your Mom comes in."Sara pulled away and turned to her other side to face me."That is so not my Mom," Sara. "I chuckled, "Like you said, there are worse ways to go."We settled in for our evening meal. Miranda came in twenty minutes later. He will learn, eventually. I hope we have enough time for me to complete his lessons." I shrugged. Mason came in later. Only a couple of bruises showed. We spent a quiet night.We arrived at the High Priest's palacein the City of the Angels the next day. He was not happy to see me. He was even less happy to see the talisman after I showed it to him in public on his. We didn’t really talk much, didn't have much in common and pretty much kept to ourselves. All that was to change though one Saturday night.Ryan had left the house about 7:30pm. He was going for drinks with a few of the rugby lads after winning a match earlier that day. With Ryan out the house I took the opportunity to have a bit of a dirty night in and express my inner sissy side. I always considered myself straight but had this bi-curious side and got off as much from the studs in porno’s as. He, he. Maybe it's Mr. Schwartz. Give 'em a thrill. Or maybe it's Rabbi Cohen. That sweet old letch is always trying to paw me. I doubt if the poor guy can get it up, so what's the difference? Besides ... his wife makes a great matzo ball soup.But I'm not just getting exercise. Swimming laps is boring and I use the time for thinking about things and sometimes for working out plot lines for my stories in my head. Like, if a story is stuck, sometimes in the middle of my workout I'll have an "Ah.