"Your hand feels good, don't be shy, if it feels good keep going." I had to admit, I liked it. He stepped back. "Let me make it easier for you," he un...uttoned his pants. Pulling them down, I saw his bulge hiding behind his underwear. He pushed his underwear down, his cock flopped out, semi rigid hanging slightly to the left. It wasn't a very big cock, maybe 5 inches, but I was transfixed. "Go ahead, touch it if you want. I can tell you want to." Compelled, I reached out, my hand brushing. If I’d done ... something, anything, then Rissa might have been able—”“Emily, we’ve been over this,” said Will calmly. “Even if you did call out, there was no way that Clarissa could have avoided the accident. The speed the other driver was going—”“How do you know?” she spat, rounding on him. “You weren’t there!”After a deep breath, he replied, “No, but there were plenty of people that were there and they all said the same thing. And, as the police said, their recollection of events is probably. "I'm sure you do, David." I still like girls, so that's proof that there's nothing happening. Looking at these magazines, looking at -- oh God -- at you, Mom, I get very excited." I'm sure that you do, David." I just can't seem to... get an erection. I mean, I can't get one yet. I feel one starting, I just need to get it to finish appearing." Mmmmm, that's sweet dear." So no change is occurring," he declared firmly, "Paul's 'spell' misfired this time." Isn't it a little shorter?" Isn't what. He made friends with somebody who was in the mob. They gave him clients and he did quite well for himself. He gave his cut to the mob and the rest was his. He had several runners that ran the drugs for him.Life was great for many years. He had a few stints with the law and had to spend a few months in the can. He never had to do any serious time. Not until one of his new runners was part of a drug sting. He was the rat that gave him up. Police were sniffing around his business and he was.