Back then my libido was running full tilt, but with k**s, and all, well I couldn't completely take care of those needs. Even I was surprised at how "...oved" I was by the scenes unfolding on the TV screen. Before I knew it I was sitting with my pants off on the couch stroking like a high school freshmans first session. I don't remember when I lost the shirt nor grabbed the lube, but there I was stroking away in "all my glory" when behind me I heard someone say, Ooooohhh man, so it's really. ’ I turned back to my spreadsheet and kept working. I also noted he had not moved. At length he said, ‘So, you one of those Bible-thumping shitweeds trying to force us back into the closet? You some kind of homophobic bitch?’ I turned toward him, very slowly, locking eyes with him. He did not notice my voice recorder as I slid it from my desktop and activated it.

’If I choose not to support something,’ I said, flatly, calmly, ‘It’s not of your god-damned motherfucking business.’ ‘You. We both knew I rarely wore pants that zipped and buttoned - leggings were much less hassle in general and far more comfortable.“Oh, my god,” I murmured, biting my lip. “I have to go so bad but I can't get this dumb zipper undone.”Jane smirked, settling herself on the toilet just as I finally managed to get my pants down, exposing my black panties and soft thighs. She held out her arms, patting her lap as I kicked my pants into our bedroom. I stared at her in surprise - surely she didn't. .There was a loud noise in the middle of the night, followed by shots and the sounds of many booted feet moving through the house. I sat upright in my bed--my last customer had left just two hours previously and I had been asleep when the noise broke out.A man dressed in what appeared to be SWAT gear, with the letters HRT on the front of his vest, burst through my door, carrying an assault rifle with a light on the end. I did not even have the presence of mind to raise my hands--I just sat.