I can vouch for you with the police; tell them you helped me get Mike away from Erin."He nodded, "Hold on," and he went back in. I waited, still looki...g for some way to open the door or convince Mike to open it for me. Juan returned with some kind of tool. He went around to the back of the structure. "This key is used when a storm is over but the occupants don't know. There are lights in there but the concrete's too thick for a radio." He worked at the key, turning it like a small crank. Then I. His balls hung loosely in the warm air, in their shaved sack. I cleared my throat.“I, uh...” I began, but he stopped me.“I, uh, followed you in here. I guess you didn't notice, huh?” He said as he stepped closer. I shook my head, unable to speak. “Jeez, that's nice! Well, you noticed me in the weights room.” I thought of voicing a denial, but it was no use. He was very close now. His voice dropped to a croak. “Well, here I am... And here you are... With the nicest dick I've seen in a long. 9 meters tall and yet he never seemed lanky. His blue eyes justlooked...tired."So, Bradley, how was your week? Did you sleep poorly again?" Yeah, yeah...last few days have been a mess. Mom has been away on abuisness trip so I just..guard the house. It's been rather uneventfulbut I can't..."Bradley looked away, avoiding all eye contact."I'm lonely, all right." He suddenly barked it out defensively."I know, Bradley, but there's things you can do about that..." Not this. No, I just can't." Bradley. I love to be fondled like that, as long it happens anonymously. I breath onto the glass to mist it up, not to see any facial features of my victim at all! Immense joy floods me when a stranger fumbles the tiny muscular rosette of my bottom, sticks a finger in or two, but I would never let them see the bliss on my face. On the dark street I always bend over, pretending to adjust the straps of my high-heels, only to show off my clean shaven peach and to make sure that the stranger follows right.