Clayton was older, with snow white hair; a classic grandfather type, if yours is artfully profane with a love of filthy jokes. He toed out his butt as...he headed for his people, saying sympathetically over his shoulder, "Don't sweat it, kid, you got'em moving. I've seen a bunch of these projects. Plenty of time now." Then he was yelling at the men and women of his crew to get off their lazy asses, while they, for their part, laughed, while quite noisily questioning his leadership and parentage. My mother the whore was found sleeping in her own bed. Sometime this morning she had come out of her trance and without thinking too much about how she got here, headed for her bed to sleep it off. I made a phone call to school informing them of my mom's illness and promising to call later when there was somebody to answer. After taking a leak and having some breakfast, it was time to wake sleeping beauty and have her face the music. She was still curled up into a ball and sleeping the sleep of. The combo caused light fear to well up inside in me. Loki stated "I will give you the ability to grant wishes, both your own or other peoples. You only have to snap your fingers to grant these wishes. You will have no limitations, only your, ahem, wildest imagination. I thought about this for a short time, and then spoke up, "If this is a 'deal of a lifetime' then what must I give in return?" Loki appeared, his black and green attire, similar to the depiction in the movies and yet somehow,. .. I masturbate to that fantasy a lot. A fairly recent fantasy, in a similar vein, is not only to be exposed to, but also used by, our friends. I find a lot of our friends very attractive, for a variety of reasons. I mean, some of them are quite good looking, and knowing most of them share this lifestyle and would use me well... ohhh, it makes me shiver when I think about it. Please understand, Johan, that there is no one I desire to be with other than you. I don't 'want' anyone else. But if.