” Suddenly he reaches out over the counter and introduces himself. “My name is Chris Shatto.”Chance takes the man’s hand, giving it a firm sha...e. And then he realizes who he is talking to. “You’re the Chris Shatto of Shatto Enterprises.”“The one and only, son,” the man says. “That’s a great handshake by the way.”“Uh ... thanks,” Chance stutters. “What can I, uh, do for you then, sir?”“Please, no sir,” the man begs.“Oh, no problem,” Chance says. “I know the whole sir is my father thing, Mr.. I was embarrassed but really turned on, so I just sat there and didnt say anything. She pulled the string and again put it right on my boner. I was in heaven. I knew as much about sex as you could learn from hardcore porn. I had found my parents stash and had been watching and masturbating since I was 8. In my head I thought this was just like the start of one of the porn scenes. Can I see it? she asked. I guess so. I said and started undoing my pants. I pulled it out of the pee hole in my. .. and the front. The rear bumper looked ... well ... a vague resemblance of the original equipment."It's just a little crease, Dal. It's not as bad as the 544 Volvo."The 544 was a ball of sliced and diced metal by the time they got it out of the canal. Dal did mention that. Actually, what he said, "It couldn't be as bad as the 544, there wasn't 3 inches of straight metal on it."He did have a point. The picturesque barge that the car hit wasn't the only barge ... the rest were heavily loaded. I followed John to our room. No, it wasn't a room but a suite. Two bedrooms off a large living area with a small bar that also led to a balcony. I thought it a bit much for a two hour hook-up, but who was I to criticise how John spent his money. After all, he'd bought me. Sitting at the bar while John made two of my requested favorite bourbon and coke, we made small talk. Handing me my drink and taking a sip of his, John asked, "How long can you stay?" "Two hours..." "No," John interrupted me..