Billy was in the bathroom playing his new game--the game that had almost overnight become his favorite pastime. It felt so good when he played with hi...self, so good that he saw no reason not to do it often. And though he felt a vague guilt afterwards, he pushed it aside, for he felt too good while he was doing it to ever give it up.The boys at school had made jokes about his "jerking off", but they didn't make sense to Billy. What it had to do with "fucking" and "balling" and "screwing chicks",. His humor fell flat, but I was glad he made the attempt.“I have a bigger question,” I said. “How do you plan to find Lucinda?”“One of my spotters saw her this morning. We’ll see if we can go find her.”“I thought the call was an excuse to get you alone.”“No, the universe has more of a sense of irony than that. The call was real; Pride just used it as an opportunity.”“Mane, is this still something you want to do?”“My lady, more than ever. After this morning, I can think of little more wonderful. But I had hoped..." Rennis trailed off and sighed again. "Never mind. Good day, Tarras."Rennis left and scrambled up the incline, sliding down once in his haste to get away. Tarras raised an arm to protect his face from bits of rock and gravel.Little beyond the creak of the stressed timbers of the old dreadnought and the thump of sailors' feet against the ragged deck stood against the tense silence. The crew performed their tasks with very few words passing between them, each man knowing his. That's radically different than the United States, but once you get used to the fact that it's not at all difficult to get yourself stroked, sucked and fucked for a little bit of money, it becomes a routine part of your plans for pastimes when you're not busy working. One of the covers for the sexual workers is the massage parlors, many of which are located on U.S. military facilities in the country. You can say "I think I'll go get myself a nice relaxing massage" but what you're really saying.