She pulled my face to hers and made a strong attempt at devouring my mouth and tongue as she tickled my tonsils in sheer passion. And to top it all, s...e was mewling, moaning, groaning and purring like a cat. I've never heard a woman do that before.I felt those muscles in her vagina attempting to milk me for more life giving semen, but I was able to fend off the attack this first time, so when she finally came down and recovered enough from her orgasm, she realized she still had a very hard cock. And I was minding my own business. I tried to ignore him.The man was wearing a 49ers t-shirt. I hated the 49ers. I was a Patriots’ fan if I was a fan of any of them, the football teams. It was getting late and I was thinking about heading out in my new old, very old, 1977 Nissan pickup, well it was cheap. I’d gotten it for a thousand bucks total, but it got me to work each day, can’t ask for much more than that. I decided I needed one more yellow Pepsi.Lily was tending bar. I raised my empty. " Don't worry, we won't be bothering you again," the friend said."You should get him to a clinic," I suggested."Yes I think that is an excellent idea," the friend said it as he walked away.The pub was deathly quiet, then as if on cue everyone went back to what they were doing. It was Lucy who spoke first. "Why did you stab the young man?" she asked.I thought about it a few minutes then answered as Gunny would have. "When people argue; they tend to escalate the rhetoric. By the time it reaches. His narrow, feminine shouldersbent inward, making him look smaller than ever."Are you OK?" I asked."I'm sick, I guess. Something's wrong," he said, sounding like a girlwho's about to cry. "I don't know what's wrong. They called my parentsbut can't get through." Are you gonna stay here?"He shrugged. "I don't know. Probably not. This is a camp for boys." Hestarted to cry and sat back down on the couch again, hugging his kneesto his breasts."But you are still a boy, aren't you?" I asked, hoping it.