Charlie squeezed my tucked genitals lovingly. "You know, I don't know whether I enjoyed you more as a boy or a girl."I gave him a hug and a squeeze. "...h, Charlie, I was never a boy."As I was walking out, I turned and said, "So who do you think shot Traci?"Charlie thought for a minute. "It had to be someone with a grudge against one of the Warners. They say it was a cop's gun. But, that doesn't mean anything. Years back, the cops were selling their 38 specials off to every Saturday night Johnny. It was worse for Chloe. She was ‘available’ to both Mickey and Frank whenever they wanted, and they took brutal advantage of that. Most mornings I could hear one or both of them in her room as I was getting dressed for the day. Her days usually started similar to mine….Frank would wake her up for a morning blowjob before heading out to the guard house in front of the compound. Then Mickey would usually go to her room and have her start by jerking or blowing him, then he’d finish off by shooting. I sat in the back row crying over myself, but I couldn't justify my death the way my mother had. I noticed a really cute guy get up and walk out to go to the bathroom. I thought for half a second about following him and mentally kicked myself. But then I remembered that I was dead and decided, what the hell. So I walked through the wall into the men's bathroom and saw him standing at the urinal peeing. He had a nice cock and I ogled it for a while until I thought to myself: why not touch it? I. ” Leo says and silently, as though they were shadows themselves they disappear. I search the rooftops hoping to catch just one last glimpse of my knights in shining, shells against the reflections from the lights, nothing. As quickly as they had appeared and saved me they were gone. The cold hits me again. I strip down. I am about to step into a hot shower when I sense something behind me. I turn as Donatello taps on my window. Wearing only my towel I rush over to open the window. Caught off.