I stayed with her, with your father as well, for two days whilst you were in a medically induced coma. When they brought you out of it, I remember you... father saying to you ‘You named your son after your brother, a hero. Don’t piss on his memory because you can’t handle the fact he’s dead.’ It sounded harsh at the time, but we all knew it was the right thing to say. Hell, it got you on the road to sobriety. Time passed, Bradley Scott grew into a healthy young boy, a cheeky smile, piercing eyes. The closest town was a small farming town a little over fourteen and a half miles from our location. All in all, it was perfect for a training site, and a sometimes-clandestine operations center.While Rachael stayed in either Boston or the New York offices; my other director, Carl Hampton, liked the 'farm'. He was constantly training his people. He divided his time between training, and the Boston offices. We had also hired some people to administer the 'farm', and to run day-to-day. He poised himself at my entrance and started pushing himself in. I cried out in agonizing pain. It was too much. Ma…master, its…its too big. Ah! Please, please stop!! My pleas fell upon deaf ears. He continued to push into me until he hit that precious barrier. No! Please dont! Shut up! Not only do I intend to take your sweet virginity, I plan on making you mine forever. Whether you like it or not. I began to cry once again. Begging him not to do this. But my worst fears were come true when he. As I explained in part 2, straight guys in need of quick relief would visit cottages in order to either be masturbated or sucked to completion. The other place was actually below ground level. A set of stone steps led down to a long urinal that filled the complete length of one wall. It was made of ceramic material and was probably original to the time it was built - 1940s was my guess. Right above the urinals was a strip of glass made of 5" square blocks, set into the ceiling. This was of.