“Don’t worry, Mom, I’ll be fine,” Tim explained to his mother but in his mind he knew he would be protected by the nanites surging through his...body.After blowing a kiss to the Cindy Crawford poster hanging on the wall, Tim sat at his desk. For the umpteenth time, he reread the letter his new coach had given him, daydreaming about future football glory.“Well, Bob, the Roosevelt Rough Riders ... out of San Antonio ... are led by All-American defensive lineman, and number one high school prospect. He continued on into town. On reaching town, he encountered many people that he hadn’t seen in several months. Stopping to talk to each of them for several minutes, it took him an hour to reach Shirley’s. It felt good to talk to friends that he not seen in a while.As he was about to enter the bar, Richard stopped him at the door. Richard Green had been one of the men that had given Ed a lot of problems in the early days. Now, the man seemed to hold Ed up as a role model. Richard said, “You. I stared down at where your panties had just been to gaze at your smoothness tucked in between your thighs. The very top of your wet slit peeked up at me, taunting me.I frantically yanked open my belt, unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down along with my shorts until my stiff cock popped up, standing at attention. Reaching down, I cradled your right leg in my arm and lifted it, holding it chest high as the lips of your pussy bloomed and presented themselves, smeared with glistening wetness.. Our old farmhouse had one bathroom with a door into each bedroom. One night I turned in before Mom took her bath which was rare. The light in the bathroom came on, I rose up off my pillow to see a shaft of light through the old-fashioned keyhole in the door. I could even see movement! The next day while home alone I took a peek…the round part of the keyhole was about ¼” with another ½” slot below. First thing I learned was not to let my forehead touch the doorknob. That made a noise plus.