I don't think she deserves this sort of ongoing gang ****!"Allan had the decency to look a little ashamed of himself, and agreed that we needed to do ...omething about it. I suggested the boys had a regular schedule, so it wouldn't be hard to catch them in the act, confront them, and threaten them, scare them enough to stop the ****s, give up on the blackmail."They might still spread these pictures around," Allan frowned, "tell all the neighbors, that sort of thing." I nodded, "Yes, that is. He’s a virgin, of course. He’s too shy to date girls and feels awkward about his blushing around nude dudes.The other lads start taunting him calling him a sissy, at first just as a teen-type joke. They are taken aback when Peter started to cry. He was sniffling and weeping more than letting out deep sobs. The seven guys taunting Peter were joined by all the other guys in the gym locker room. Someone might have come to his aid and told the bullies to back off. But before that could happen Peter. My fears and my torments were my own. I could only bring them to Peter when he was open to talking about them, open to receiving them. Before then they were my own problem. And, looking at him next to me in our marital bed, I did not want my problems anyway. I wanted a break from the horrible feeling in my stomach. Both of us were naked, both of us were in bed together, and we are married to each other. If ever there were a moment I should be able to reach out for a man, this was it. Out of the. "Why don't you just come in and have breakfast with me?" Before I could refuse, he grabbed my hand and pulled me inside."I really should go, Patty's not here and I --" So what if Patty's not here. If she were, she'd invite you in for breakfast, too. What's the problem?" No problem," I replied quietly as I sat down at his kitchen table."By the way, you look really good this morning," he told me as he headed toward his bedroom. "Let me get a quick shower and some clothes then I'll cook you.