I had explored being wonderfully and lovingly used for another’s sexual pleasure, and I was ready for more. I became slightly more bold in my approa...h, no longer waiting for a boy to come to me, I would come to the boy... or man. Although I would love it if a boy did! I would lay awake at night thinking about boys coming up to me, taking me in their arms or coming up to me taking out their cocks, making me melt to my knees and suck them. But, I wasn’t going to wait for it. At that age, all I. M. I got a call from Doug asking for help getting his tractor unstuck. He had been mowing too close to a pond and slid into it. He was afraid to leave it until morning because he was afraid if it rained, it could get under more water and have more damage. Well, like a good friend, I agreed to come help. He told me to tell Jen I would be a while as he had some beer we needed to drink before it went bad.I laughed and said,"I can do that buddy. Catch ya in about 30."I went into the master suite. Emily waits tables at ‘Il Piacere’, an upscale Italian restaurant. She is very good at her job but really hates the high brow clientele.Il Piacere’s executive chef, Jacob, is very particular with his dishes. It gets him labeled as a perfectionist. He isn't above barking orders if the staff can't get their act together and get the food out to the tables. Emily just calls him an asshole. Jacob notices the little bag and shakes his head.“She knows better,” he mumbles to himself then walks over and. After a moment or two, he considered it safe to return, and this time he resumed pulling the door aside as far as it would go, keeping his body sheltered by the door as much as possible; his face protectively turned away from the entrance. This allowed the observers better views of the interior from the outside world. They looked at what was revealed.There was an interior door displayed, with a large sign affixed to it, written in two different scripts. Not knowing the Braalian or Lubarian.