" She paused for a moment and then she finally said the words. "It's your father, John. He's dead."My stepmother explained to me that my father had a ...eart attack earlier that night and by the time the ambulance had gotten to him, he was too far gone. There was a wake and funeral planned for later in the week and she very much wanted me to be there for them both.I made arrangements the next day with the college, informing them that I would be taking a leave from my classes for a while to deal. " He looked at me and I drank in his image again, hair dripping, body dripping, dick dripping and it was all I could do not to take him. He didn't want my dick in his face. I kissed him softly again and put my hand on his shoulder. I pushed gently — not forced, just suggested — then crossed my arms. He knelt in front of me, picked up the sponge and the soap and proceeded to clean my dirty parts. Only Peter's lessons in control kept me from shooting off as soon as he touched me. He gave me. I'm not sure what that says about their security although maybe they don't consider edged implements to be weapons worthy of notice which speaks not only to their security but also their intelligence. But at least that wasn't my freaking problem; all I had to look forward to was two weeks of fun, fun, fun on the world's newest playground.-The Rainbow Coalition-The man walked quickly down the corridor casting furtive glances over his shoulder now and then. Even thought it was the cheapest. Placing my hand on his thigh, really high up but not touching anything important, I massage it with my fingertips. Then I start talking, whispering directly in his ear, intentionally blowing in it just a bit, and I’m thrilled to see he’s looking visibly tortured. He closes his eyes and listens intently to me. “I’m definitely not finished with you yet. This afternoon was just an introduction. I have skills you can’t even imagine that I’m going to spend all night showing you.” Kyle moans softly.