.." He trailed off at that point, not knowing if he should press any further.I nodded, indicating to him he should indeed go further. He told me she w...s in one of his classes and they were actually in a study group together. He would ask her next time they met what she thought about going out with me. I, at the time, was happy he would do this for me. I mean, I had had girlfriends in high school, but I think that was mainly because of my status on the football team. Looking back, I'm not sure. I'm feeling woozy from the hash-smell, but my prick is on full alert. Between the exhilarating scene in front of me and the attentions of this stranger's hand, my cock has been rock-hard. I can feel the pulsing of my prick in my ears. My balls ache. It's not easy to stand.Maybe I could just fuck her with one of the toys. Others certainly have. The bar is piled high with all manner of dildoes, vibrators, nipple clamps, butt plugs, flails, whips, handcuffs, restraints, paddles, condoms,. " And you believed her?" Yes, I did. While she made some mistakes, and maybe she should have gotten some clues that Tran was up to something. But how could she have known that he had a gun and came to the church to shoot me? Or that she could have possibly have been a willing accomplice? I just can't believe she was knowingly involved." Oh, shit," I suddenly said. "What time is it?" I looked around for the clock. It was 10. "Time for news." What do you want to watch the news for?" Sharon asked. My mind flicked back to the days spent sitting in a ramshackle hut in our jungle base, poring over images downloaded over the internet on my laptop. Stevie and other real estate agents had emailed me dozens of files of properties based on a set of criteria I had literally dreamed up over a period of years sitting in countless ambush positions or in observation posts. The sort of warfare I had been involved in gave an operator plenty of time to think and dream. Days spent staking out landing.