It looked a little swollen, but nothing too drastic. Would you like a beer Sweetie?” she asked. I hesitated. I had only had a sip of my Dads beer...once. It didn’t taste very good, but I didn’t want to seem like some silly kid. “Sure I said a cold beer would be great”. She started to get up and the she remembered her foot. “I’m sorry Sugar, but can you grab you a beer from the refrigerator”? Oh and while your over there can you grab me one too?” I stood and walked to the little. I think maybe one day, a couple of years in the future, I can become something like Milen."Pretty good. Don't get too comfortable though, Dinah won't give you the time to prepare," she said as she disappeared and reappeared at the same spot, causing the ice to fall and break on the hard ground."Way to go with breaking my mood," I grumbled."Oh do cheer up. Today we'll teach you how to do a proper backstabbing." Oh, I can backstab. I did that sometimes in high school." Funny, aren't we?" she said. The new black man looked at me and I started to get worried and move about on the bed, Ben grabbed my shoulders and the other man started to play with my legs and shoes. I tussled some more not knowing what was happening.The guy was now pulling on my legs and catching my stockings he grabbed my bound balls and pulled on them I screamed he slapped my erect cock and pulled on my foreskin about. By now he was sitting on my spread legs abusing my cock and balls. He pushed his fingers into my pee. He'd said he be "on" today -- Sunday. Well, probably his day off yesterday wasn't as lack-luster as mine. I looked at my watch. Already two! I'd just glance at the other two pieces and catch the bus in an hour. By then the drugstore ought to have The New York Times and I'd have a few hours with it before Ann and Hilda returned -- over-exhausted and semi-hysterical from a day at the amusement park.It turned out that A.E. Coppard was a British short story writer. His first book appeared in 1921.