. stop.. I've got enough.I was confused. Got enough what? She went over to a shelf in the librarywhere we had been playing and revealed the hidden c...mera.Turning on the televison she was able to show me the tape of us rollingaround on the floor. She had gotten a good shot of my face before pullingme to the floor.I asked her what this was about. She wanted me to do something for her.She said I had the right build to pull it off, plus she knew that shecould blackmail me into it.With the right. Four, fifteen-centimeter-long bolts were anchored firmly in clay bricks that were part of the wall. In fact, the wall behind the remains of the workbench was all red clay bricks. The rest of the walls were rock. Looking at it, I could see another difference. There was a finger’s width of mortar between the rocks and the bricks. The gap was a straight line of mortar. Yet, there were sand grains wedged between the mortar and the edge of the bricks.Curious, I let my consciousness expand and looked. Any problems no pussy.’ We started laughing. ‘And truth be told, ya’ll don’t even know how to eat pussy anyway. Even with directions. Up nigga, UP. Why you going all the way down there.’ ‘Yeah ok. Don’t put that on all men. There are some of us out there that know what to do.’ ‘Oh and your one of them?’ ‘Yeah.’ We stared at each other for a good minute. That wasn’t a safe question. We were thinking if we should kiss or not. I was biting my lips out of nervousness. I was wet too. I was. Hell, he was the thing I was thinking about to get myself off nine times out of ten! Slowly, I pulled myself off the bed and over to my suitcase. Without seeing what I was doing, I grabbed some jeans and a random shirt and slipped them on. My walking shoes went back on my feet, and I headed towards the door. I was going to tell him — what, I wasn’t exactly sure — but this was too far, this couldn’t go on like this, this whole fiasco was over. When I opened the door to my room, Stephen was.