"Those things don't have brakes! And they're hard to steer..." They're impossible to steer!" Frank laughed, remembering Katydid's crazy, terrorizing j...urney down the mountain on that damned thing."We got her laid down in the thing, head forward so she could use her feet behind the rails to steer and to slow her down, and gave her a shove."Frank Jr. began laughing and couldn't stop, remembering Katie's terrified squeals and angry yelps as she plummeted down the side of the mountain at ninety. I had learned — thanks to my cousin, Peter — that in addition to being practically addicted to sex with girls, I got off on guys pretty hard too.Mike was one of those 'guy' guys. One of the ones you wouldn't believe was actually gay unless you saw him bent over under another guy. He looked like he spent time in prison and could lift a truck one handed. I figured he could break me in half. I knew his partner, Bill, real well too — you know Bill's gay. He didn't say it, but any guy who can work a. ‘Do you want to experience that again and again?’ Once more I nodded. ‘Kneel.’ I dropped like a stone, thank god we were on the small rug in the middle of the bathroom, otherwise it might have hurt. When I looked up at her, something shifted inside me. ‘Sit on your heels and spread your legs, then grip your wrists behind your back.’ A little shuffling and I had done as she asked. She studied me with obvious pleasure, and I felt a bit like a pet. Adored, small, and subject to the whims of her. Rachel smiled a vicious ugly smile. “I never get tired of seeing men cry,” she jeered. “Are you crying because of the pain? Because it could be much worse if Courtney hadn’t been playing around with you, showing off and pulling her punches.”In my mind’s eye I could remember the fight. I could remember Courtney slapping one of my punches away, then blowing me a kiss. I could remember Courtney twitching her newly-peaked biceps, her fingers fanned out for show, before unleashing a flurry of.