The same old electronic equipment were still there, up against the wall. Trash littered the floor and the rounddining table at the center of the singl... room, most of it were glass bottles and jugs suckeddry from their liquid contents.There she was, Dashie, sleeping on a crude makeshift cot. A glass bottle filled halfway withalcohol sits in her hand, her mouthwas wide open as she sleeps, did I mentionshe alsosnore?Rickof course was busy with his amateur radio equipment, he'd just got off the air. Mondays, Tuesdays, and Saturdays were the best days for us to spend time together. She didnt always spend the night on a Monday and I couldnt take many days off to be with her, but we still managed to have our alone time. I would take her out to do something fun regularly and we grew closer and closer as time went on. Neither of us ever said I Love you directly, but only because it just didnt need to be said. It would have been like saying, oh, by the way, water is wet, or the sun is hot. We. Itwould probably be tight, he thought, and the idea of making her take in his full eightinches of cock, with her squirming and hollering, excited him and made his balls hurteven more."You should be ashamed of yourself!" Aunt Dee said to her niece. "Showing yourselfto a boy like that! And one with a dirty mind like Herbie to boot! Don't you know whatit does to a boy when you expose your private parts to him like that?" It makes him get a hard-on," the blonde girl said and ran her pink tongue. "Please," he said. "Put it on and then meet me in the dining room."Then he left the room, closing the door behind him.I didn't know what to do or what to think. Absently, I walked over tothe dresser, picked up the sheer, pink dress and held it in front of mein the floor-length mirror. I was mesmerized by what had just occurredto me. I felt weak, disoriented and confused. I was a man, a straightman, and I had just been kissed, felt-up and dominated by my fat, uglyboss. And yet, I had never felt.