“I started to hate the sight of myself. I especially liked to steal from you and Simon. You never noticed your socks or homework missing or stuff li...e that?”I just assumed that I was bad at keeping organized.Froggy confessed that at first, when I was in trouble, she was hoping Dad would march me down to the marketplace and lock me in the wooden pillory. She said she wanted to see me suffer, and she hated herself for that. “I couldn’t stop laughing about Misery when we went to the market. I. You place your hands to the back of my head as you gaze to the stars. I trace your areola with my tongue. We both moan! Your nipples rise and firm up. You then push me away and sit me down on the sofa, looking into my eyes as if you’re telling me to relax. You grab a hold of my dick and slowly wrap your lips around the shaft. As you stroke me and roll your tongue on the head of my dick, I moan! You love how it feels in your mouth. It turns you on pleasing me, and I look down to see you dripping. “And pulling me away from Moira is taking you away from something fundamentally missing in your life. To love and to be loved. And you probably don’t even realize how close you were to getting that. Your cynicism and your anger probably keep blinding you to the possibility that being with someone you truly care about can never be a using situation. It’s about sharing and appreciating and loving. Without any advantages, except for the experience itself. The benefits only for each other in the. Dad hadcome into the house without my hearing and caught me inthe act of playing Peeping Tom.Both my parents shamed me in front of Beth andthreatened a severe beating if I ever pulled a stuntlike that again. This absolutely and completelyembarrassed me, and I was almost afraid to look Beth inthe eye. She never mentioned it, though, and acted asif everything were okay. Not once, in later life wasthe subject ever brought up. Not once, either, did Iever try again to peep at Beth.Beth and I both.