Children and youth carry only the name of their tribe, and are differentiated from each other in conversation only by their parents and relative age. ...s such, you have only ever been called Child of Mudheel Sneaktrapper. Today, though, you lose even that identity. Two moons past marked your eighteenth year of life, and so you now stand naked and unarmed in the center of Mudheel Village with your two peers, waiting for the village leader to arrive and begin the ceremony. You shoot a glance. You've raised a very talented girl."Lars coughed, as he didn't know how to handle compliments. "Um, well, perhaps, but I should warn you. I had a brief, troubling conversation with Frank Morgan just before we left to come here. You know him? Heather Morgan's father?" I've never met him personally, but I've seen him. He certainly is a very large, imposing gentleman." Yes, he is," Lars agreed. "He said that he'd been in the Marine Corps for many years and fought in Iraq. He warned me that. Then she repeated the post until her fingers go tired. "Let them delete all of those. Douche bags." What's going on?" Brock asked when he came out. He saw Randi's fingers flying over the keyboard."I've got it handled," Meredith said. "Don't worry about it." I wasn't worried until you told me not to," Brock said, raising his eyebrows."They edited your comments to make you look like a peckerhead," Randi said. She ignored Meredith and turned the computer so Brock could view it. Brock didn't speak. I froze, hand on my cock, and pretended not to see her. As if she was some predator that could only see motion -- ha! I was totally nude, and totally caught, without even a towel nearby.Was it time to act out the fantasy?Out of the corner of my eye I could see her still standing there silently. My cock pulsed in my hand, standing by and not backing down. Could I really do this, I wondered? My horny side consulted my logical side and concluded that if she was offended she wouldn't remain there.