Danger seemed far behind them now, which allowed him to relax enough to wrap his brain around this enigma called Willow, or Cheyenne. Two basic facts ...ecame clear. First, despite whatever happened in her past, he could trust her. Second, he wanted to fuck her. What surprised him was how difficult fact number two was to decide. All this honorable concern for her welfare was getting in the way of pleasure. Maybe if he just banged her, like any other available piece of ass, the attraction would. One almost never saw a homeless person wandering the streets anymore either. Among the last to be made tape slaves, they had all been rounded up and brought to Community Centers during the final stage of what was now referred to as "The Gathering." There, they were fed, clothed, taped and offered a job working at one of the new Centers opening all over the world. Most took the offer, though a few still chose to return to the streets to beg. Some wondered why they weren't just taped to want to. .I turn the shower on nice and hot and shake my long hair back before stepping in. I allow the water to cascade over my body, getting lost in the delicious warmth. I toss my head back and begin lathering shampoo into my scalp, the fruity scents flowing around me.A past memory suddenly popped into my mind. It was a particularly dirty one, myself and my former roommates boyfriend. He had spent the night and she had had to leave for work early the next morning. When he walked out I had almost. ”“Why should it bother me?”“You’re not jealous?”“Sure I am.”She gave me the puzzled look I expected.“Then how -“I finished a glass of water and wiped my mouth. Things were about to verge on the philosophical.“Turn a weakness into a strength. I’m a man, with a big, fat working cock, but all the other little boy bullshit every man has. I want all the pussy for myself. I’ll never get it, just like I’ll never read every novel, or see every movie. Should I let that keep me in bed with a sheet over.