. "tell me what you want me to do to you boy"... I knew what I was to say. "Fuck me", I murmured. "tell me again... and what's the magic word?". "P...ease Fuck Me", I said, a little louder. "BEG ME BOY.. KEEP SAYING IT... AND LOUDER", he demanded me. "Oh god... please daddy... please please fuck me... I need it... I need it so bad... I'll do anything for you". - "That's it boy... you're mine now... you fucking gay slut boy". It was out of control now... so erotic... so overwhelming.... In fact, he had spent several weeks at a time in London and Edinburgh, rather than have to come up with excuses for Monique. He knew she understood, but he still did not like having to do it and someday he would explain it to her if she wanted to hear it."You look so serious," Samantha said, reaching out to take his hand, pulling it to her lips and kissing it gently."Good morning. Just wool gathering. Thinking about the evils of society and the good of single people," he said, dissembling. "How. .." Yeah, I know her. Skinny little thing? She fill out some?" He made a motion with his hands by his chest."She's great as far as I'm concerned." Yeah, not my type, but she's a nice girl. Haven't heard anything about her." That's why I want," I paused. Ah fuck it, "It's our first time." He grinned at me, punched my shoulder lightly."Your first too?" I stood looking at him not admitting anything. "OK, fair enough between guys. I tell you what. Pay off my tab here, and I give you the keys for. She waved to me and I waved back. I stayed on the lake a long time, enjoying the peace and quiet. When it began to get dark, I went in, pulled the canoe out of the water, and went back to my cabin. I wrote a little, but not the story I was supposed to be working on. Instead, I began a short story about a man who has a torrid affair with two women – a mother and daughter – he meets while vacationing in the mountains. I’d left the city to avoid distractions and here I was, distracted. I shut off.