First off, I'd never jerked off in front of another guy before; and I'd never done that while riding around in a fancy limo, while none other than the...famous Larry Flint watched!So, I can hear someone ask: Was it fun? Yes, it was fun, even while it still definitely felt a bit 'surreal', to put it mildly, at the same time!Did Larry seem to enjoy just watching? He certainly seemed to! I mean, the whole time we sat there, facing one another as I stoked my cock, he wore this sly smirking sort of. Her skirt rode even further up her thighs.I heard the sound of my belt buckle as it clanged against the side of the metal garbage can that she jammed the last of my belongings into. A wave of nausea surged through me as I watched the last remnants of my free self thoughtlessly discarded.Dominique stepped back into the house and gestured for me to follow. I did.The wood floor felt cool on the bottom of my naked feet as I stepped inside. She continued onward without looking back, and I followed. I thought it was obvious. ‘I’ve done things no child should know about,’ I stated. What’s been done can’t be undone. ‘Who hasn’t?’ Amber returned. ‘I’m confused,’ I said, and I was, ‘I thought you were hiding here. I am just your oasis.’ Amber looked at me in a very intense way. ‘Is that what you think?’ she asked. I was completely out of my league. I didn’t understand women at all and mothers were even farther out there. I folded into myself, trying to devise an answer that made sense. I. If a person had been dead a long time, I was able to decipher that, too. But this guy didn't register as dead, really. Well, not the normal way a dead person registers. Thirty minutes, and my mind still had been searching. This was a first for me. If he was somewhere in the world, I would have found him. I had had to actively disengage from the search and tell Smith the guy was dead, but now I was wondering. Did my talent extend to orbital positions? That would be interesting to discover.I was.