But Bob says we're clear." Good! What're you gonna do with the money?" she asked."Investment, I guess. I have everything I want. Nice place to live. M... boat. The car's two years old. I don't need a vacation right now, and if I did, I'd take one..."She looked at me. "Seriously now. If Stoney was going on vacation, where would he go?" You know, I haven't really thought about it. I usually take a few days and go away on the boat. I'm afraid I'm not much of a tourist." Why not?"I had my reasons.. There should be twelve boys. An even dozen. Twelve two-somes, six three-somes, four four-somes, three groups, two gangs, and one orgy. Perfect. Eleven boys just kept reminding me that we were one dick short of a foot.I didn't blame the boys. It wasn't their fault that I wasn't satisfied with eleven hot, tight, horny assholes to keep me cum-fed. Still, it nagged me.One week before the GayVN's, I happened to be near the front door when the gate buzzer sounded.I hit the intercom. "Yeah?" I'm here. I have an older brother, Jim, who at 23 is seven years older than I am which makes me 16. Jim has been married for over three years to Romie, his high school sweetheart, and they live across the Golden Gate Bridge in Marin. I don't remember their wedding very well, but the thing I do recall, with great gusto (especially when I am alone in my room and masturbating) was Romie's wedding dress. It was pure white, like an angles clothing and cut low enough that I had the opportunity to feast my eyes. "What's up?" "Can I come in?" she asked. "I guess," said Doug. "Something wrong?" "No!" she snapped. "Nothing's wrong." "Then what?" he asked. "What you said before." She paused. "Would you really have done to Debbie what you said if you could control her mind." "Yeah," said Doug. "You here to tell me I'm some kind of evil chauvinist, now?" She looked up at him and smiled. "No." "What then?" "If it was me you could control, would you do the same thing?" "You.