. how should I say this? Like...”Simon seemed to be lost for words. He was obviously trying to work things out in his brain, and it was worse than t...e worst math problem for him.“Like he didn’t like you anymore?” Carter tried to supply the missing info that was eluding Simon at the moment.“No, actually, in a strange way, he made me feel like ... I somehow mattered?” Simon wondered out loud, the last words spoken mostly to himself than to Carter.“What? Weren’t you important to him before?”. I knew he would walk up to see what I was doing. I didn't hurry, so that as he came up to me at the gate, I could go 'ooh' in a mock confused way and make sure he saw my cock before I put it away.'Quiet tonight', he said, so telling me he was looking for fun. 'Really?' I replied - as I said, it looked OK to me, but we were really just keeping the conversation going. 'Yes', he said, 'not many about'. I saw my chance: 'But it's quality that counts', I quipped, 'and there's you and me here!' He. Once I got a cut it was easy. The apex of the stress area is where they bolt a power windlass and it spreads out and away from that bollard. Enough tension on that winch and that deck would lift. With the bollard and that, it needs a metal survey and that's out of our capacity. We could do a quick and dirty and put the molecular seamer on it but I worry about the condition of the rest of the hull. If it's crystallized, 413's a write off and Galbraith won't like that. I won't sign it off even. I notice this guy, big chest, HUGE arms a body builder type standing next to me and we begin to bullshit. He kinda looks like the cage fighter Urijah Faber and as we were chatting the words ‘ex boyfriend’ slip out of my mouth and with that, thats all he needed. So he invited me back to his place for a few drinks and a few blocks later we enter his house. We made some Tequila sunrises and went up to his room and he started to massage my tense muscles and then all of the sudden quicker then you.