The tube got tighter the more I pump. It felt great to me. But the more I pumped the harder the pull on my cock. It got to a point where I could barel... pull back. What was happening is that the air was being pushed out but the sheets on the other end prohibited the air from going back in. The tube collapsed down just over my tip. I panicked and tried to pull myself out. The more I moved the tighter the pull. It felt like my cock was going to get ripped off me. The pain was unbearable and I. The tug boat, standing in the outfall channel, with chains hooked to the steel ships docking bitts, began backing and filling. Tug ... tug ... tug on and on and on. The action of the back and forth motion broke the suction of the mud. The mud mixed with the incoming tide.The boat began to rock side to side ... the tips of the masts were increasing in their arc side to side. When the very last of the spring tide was in the arc exceeded 22 degrees from vertical side to side.The small ships. We returned home and I played some slow music while we started to cook. He decided to make chicken and shahi paneer with rotis and cake for the Christmas next morning. I helped him with chopping of the vegetable, providing him material from every corner and I made shahi paneer myself. The food was starting to smell irresistible and I was indulging in it. He baked a big chocolate cake for the church. We both set up the Christmas tree next to the tv cabinet. A huge green tree, with lights on all. I just sat there. Ilooked at the water and I cried. I cried for eight hours until it wastime to go home. That night, I talked to Stevie about starting my ownbusiness because I couldn't face the world knowing that I was... well...knowing what I wasn't."Taylor's heart was breaking for her brother, but all she knew that thebest thing she could do was to just sit and let him talk."Then, do you know what happened?" What, honey?" My sister... my big, strong, beautiful sister, whose life was.