." I remember, hehe!" And all these bands wearing stove pipes and shaved heads. Guys with two guitar lessons thrashing the only three chords they know....." Oh, yeah, and jammin' shit through their skin? That's what I could never get over - all them piercings..." Yeah, well, suddenly we were old hat and no-one phoned anymore. I woke up and all I could see was my tiny flat with a week's worth of dishes in the sink. I didn't even have a cat. I guess my significant prospects got tired of waiting,. Mr. Fleming, you will never get near enough to my uncle to even think of hurting him, because my father will cut off his ears, then his gouge out his eyes, before feeding my uncle his testicles."It will not be pretty, and you have no idea how he will hurt the people that supported my uncle and his plot. I fear the country will devolve into a mob war so bad, that it will make the Russian Revolution look like a card game."I have to contact my father before he assumes my uncle killed me and turns. Thinking about that, though, got me thinking about Aunt Fran and how she and Roberta roll. They did have a unique and special relationship that often involved all sorts of toys and games, some of which we indulged in together.All that history aside, I almost gave myself away, but managed to control any urge to talk to Roberta as if I was still David Walsh.The day passed quickly as I was brought up to date on lots of things about the DeBusque clan and some of their peculiarities. The paternal. *** Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do&hellip, because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now&hellip, As I followed the beautiful cop and her studly stallion, I kept thinking back to the powerful fantasy they had forced upon me. More than once, my arousal spiked and another fantasy almost took hold.