Monica looked and, sure enough, her husband was sporting a tent in his pants.An idea came Alex, although he wasn't one hundred percent sure that he wa... right about Bill. "Come here", he said in his most firm, commanding voice, looking directly at the man. Both Alex and Monica could see the fight in Bill's eyes between being angry and, possibly, wanting to obey.It took a full minute, but Bill eventually walked over and stood in front of Alex. Alex sized up the man in front of him. At least six. In a few months he was going to graduate and then one last summer vacation before college. Everything was pretty much set.Now everything had changed... or so it felt. Yes he would still graduate and go to college, but nothing at home would ever be the same. He could no longer look at his mother without thinking of her with her lover. And, he had now concluded that he was in fact her lover and that it wasn't a one-time thing. For all of his life he had seen her as his mother first and a woman. . . I went out of my mind. He shot his load into me and I screamed, "No, don't stop. If you have to, use your fingers." He did, and I was just totally driven out of my mind, until the drug wore off, and I was left there, exhausted, and a little sore, and so fucking happy I had forgotten Charles. When I woke up, I found 97 had set up an instructional station, screens and such, where I could see it as I hung there on my frame. "All crew members must master all crew positions," he. These are but fleeting moments caught in my quick trips to the bathroom in the middle of the night or a few minutes of wake after a weird dream.On occasion when I'm in no rush to get back to sleep, I will meander near his room to catch a hint of what goes on in his life. Some nights I hear music, some nights there is laughter, and some nights there is crying.One night I approached and the closer I got, the quieter it felt until curiosity had me almost up against the door. Then I heard.