I told you that you could and you could do what ever you wanted to. I hoped you might give me a blow job but I didn't mention it. It was your own idea... and a great one too."She just smiled and nodded."Next, you tricked me into reading your diary and those articles. Were they real?" Yes and no. There was only one page of the diary. What it said was really how I felt but I put it there so you would see it and know how I felt. The articles are real. I searched and found a lot about incest and only. “Not archdukes, archducklings!” he said.Johann was the eldest in my generation. I never knew him very well. He was a dozen years older than I, born in Florence in 1852, just in time for his father, Leopold II, to be thrown out in a bloodless coup. That Leopold was the grandson of the Leopold who was Franz Joseph’s grandfather, too. And my father’s. And lots of others: Leopold II of the Holy Roman Empire sired 13! His duty as a son of the Church.It’s complex. Families are.I rang for Josef.He. Or perhaps I was. I was pretty drunk. Either way, he put his arm around my shoulder and I put my arm around his, and when I came away from his mouth later on, I could scarcely breath. You should have felt my heart. ‘Now do I get the place?’ he asked. ‘I still want a woman,’ I said, and then laughed. ‘Just not like that.’ He played with the front of my hair and curled locks of it over my ear. I liked his touch. ‘Maybe,’ I said. He placed his hand on my breast. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= At fifteen, I. " I was the guy who didn't have a steady girlfriend, but who was fun to go out with, because I knew what the steps were, and would stop when told to stop. In other words, I wasn't boyfriend material. I was "the guy you can try things with and then walk away from." I know that doesn't sound very sexy, but the fact was that a lot of girls were curious about steps they weren't willing to let their boyfriends take, because if they let their boyfriends do that, then he'd think he could do it again,.