Well that shuts her right up. I look at Dad and he looks kind of upset but it’s too late for that so I get Jen to help me and we tape her hands to h...r chair.I know I said I was angry but now I’m having fun. An angry kind of fun. I finally get revenge for all the rotten things she did to me and then wouldn’t let me complain about them. So I wrap the tape around and around her body so she’s completely stuck to the chair and I feel so good that I want to jump up and down and yell. But I don’t yell. Met her in dreams, met her in life. She was the extreme opposite of what I had ever known, and finally my own patience was about to pay off. The years I had spent visualizing, manifesting, honing my skills and sculpting my frame, were about to offer a ripe harvest. She was all-in when it came to matters of matching my own acute desires and needs. Not only that, but she could write with the best of them, and she was creative in other matters. She also shared many of the same appreciations for. I did not said anything as I was getting horny at his touches and started enjoying his actions. As his college came he got down and went. Next day while going to college as soon as he sat on my bike he placed his hand on my bulge directly and I did not object. As we crossed our house he started fondling my balls with his left hand and his right hand was searching for my penis which was already erect due to his caressing. When he found my penis he started pressing, gripping over my pant making. The houses, including the one of his childhood, were on narrow lots, some had been adequately maintained, others ... had not been. Several beer cans and even a pizza box in or near gutters told Kent that the old neighborhood had deteriorated a bit. As has the city, unfortunately.Certainly, the main street has deteriorated, more than "a bit". Three "five-and-tens", long gone; a men's shop, locally owned, also long gone—as are its founders, whose resting places are in the cemetery Kent knew he.