Or, perhaps it’s because I wreaked havoc tonight with the leather and bondage I’m not usually brave enough to watch someone else do, let alone try...it myself. That, and the way she orgasmed. Again and again and again. What, might you ask, was so horrible that shattered my good guy control? Purple-colored nail polish. Actually, it’s not just purple, but a lovely pale lilac that shimmered under the harsh glare of florescent lighting. Yeah, yeah, I know, you think I’m a freak. I probably am,. It was nature. It was thought.I imagined the process as tearing down detour signs in her mind. Setting them up had been second nature. Finding them, pulling them away, was excruciatingly precise. I felt like I was inches away from finding clumps of brain and yanking the whole thing open.How bad could this go? Could I make her a vegetable? Give her a stroke? I started shaking. I tried to focus on the variations of her irises. I didn’t breathe evenly.“Garth, let me hold him.” She said. Dad let go. We decided to meet at his house so around 1pm I went to the house and as I entered we started chatting. We didn’t have lots of time only about 2 1/2 hours but that’s enough. We went to his red room (man cave) and I immediately stripped naked. I had shave my crotch that morning so I was smooth. I was semi hard and he also got naked. We walked around with semi hardons drinking a Diet Coke, and then I was sitting down and he came over and began kissing me. I loved it and was so horny I didn’t want. The world was his!With money came false adoration from women and easy accomplishments due to perceived privileges. He quickly became suspicious of most easy things in life.That was, until he tried his first attempt at mountain climbing. It was exhilaration beyond belief! Every step, every measurement, every trial reminded him that he got to the next plateau because of his determination. It was thrilling to think that he would walk the edge between life and death on some precipitous venture.Walt.