He stands there with one hand wrapped around the doorknob and his head resting against the wall. His body starts to shake as the built-up tensions beg...n to release from depths deep inside of him. After a few minutes, he sits down on the couch, trying to gather his thoughts. His body still trembles inside, his eyes become watery. He feels a tear run down his cheek. Jerry doesn't realize it, but this is his body's way of releasing the volcano of tensions that have been building inside of him. ‘That makes perfect sense, and this is why’ maybe someone will say. I was born the youngest of ten children. I was born the tenth child on the tenth day of the tenth month. And no my lucky number isn’t ten. What can I say? People from the old south liked to have alot of kids. It’s still pretty common today, just not on such a grand scale. From the day I came screaming into this world I was thrust into the center of a very unique home life. Not only was I the youngest of ten kids, I was the. "Um, I might be getting this horribly wrong but I don't suppose you...." started a slightly nervous Tim."Would go to bed with you. Yes, I would love to," replied Debbie hoping that she had completed Tim's sentence correctly."Wonderful, I fancied you the moment I saw you when I first arrived," said the now more confident Tim."Your room or mine?" asked the very turned on Debbie."Perhaps yours tonight and mine tomorrow night," replied Tim as his cock approached full erection in his trousers."That. Just find a whole guy to love, not someone you're going to have to babysit for the rest of your life."I stood up -- obviously this was a conversation best held in private. I turned around to catch Beth's eye only to see that she'd already walked out. I mumbled something about waiting down the hall and cravenly beat feet.Beth was in the waiting area at the end of the hall. After sitting there for a short, uncomfortable time, she got up. "I'll be back in a few minutes," she said.Her "few minutes".