His hands caressed me and my hands found his cute, little ass. We stood like that for several minutes and even though we still had our clothes on, I r...bbed my hard on against him, grinding my erection, heightening the moment.I began to pull at his pants, pushing them down until I felt his bare cheeks in my hands. Steven moaned and seemed to melt against me. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me!” he said. It was too much to take. I pushed him down on his bed and pressed my face between his ass. " What if all the other computer issues were resolved? What if everything computer related was going perfect? Do you think folks might start noticing that their keyboards suck?" Probably, people always need something to bitch about." So. In that event, it just might be worth all the time, energy and money." Yeah, I suppose it would, and I think I see where you are going with this. As long as there are big enough political, social and economic problems people will are less likely to notice weird. Stan climbed back up the hill, stopping at the coach to hand the newly filled canteen to Elizabeth.His climb the rest of the way to the road should have been made easier by the downed trees, but holding the shotgun in one hand slowed him down a bit. When he reached the road, he spent about an hour using his bowie knife to cut some sturdy tree limbs to spell out "HELP" and display an arrow pointing down the hill. He then returned to the coach.When Stan reached the coach and climbed on top,. I sat back down to rest and think, rubbing my wrist ropes against the sharp edge of one of the foundation stones and shedding some more skin and a bit of blood. Hours passed. I'm sure it was hours. The light faded and I continued to rub, ignoring the growing pain at the heels of my hands.Then I heard noises from above, footfalls and soon the door opened to reveal some starry sky to my uncovered eye. A man descended with a small lamp. He was followed by another wrapped in a dark cloak."Look.