When you love, nothing hurts." The words came out automatically. They weren't true, but she couldn't say that he had hurt her, that she remembered the...pain and soreness, the curses and the interminable attacks Allen had made upon her the past week."That's good," Bob said, sinking back and crossing his legs. "It's important, very important, that you only feel love-nothing else." I understand." But she didn't. She didn't understand why she was saying the things she had said. She didn't understand. Catch him at something and wait around long enoughto throw _him_ out.'*****John checked out the empty apartment the next day. 'Not bad,' he thought ashe drove back to the office. 'Three big rooms with a small but workablekitchen and a good view of the nearby park from the front room. The bathroomwas also small, but it was newly tiled and had one of those big clawfootbathtubs that you could practically do laps in. It's almost as nice as my ownplace near the office. If Stavros' place next door is. Maybe late 20’s….and they were good looking, obviously fit, with broad shoulders and narrow waists. But, without a doubt, the most notable trait for both of them was the long, thick cock dangling between their legs. They both had to be about 9” flaccid, with distinctive veins and impressive girths.Prof. Reed introduced them as Kurt (circumcised), and Toby (plenty of foreskin). They came around and shook our hands, as we all (including Nate and Prof. Reed) took long, appreciative glances at. "The next time I write to him I will ask him about death's-head as a coat of arms, although I do recall a Prussian regiment of Uhlans are reputed to wear the dread device."He held out his hand. "Thank you, Major, for attending to the matter in Belgium. Your account of the visit to Brussels is a lesson in how to write a report. I am in your debt, and should you ever need a favour I will be more than happy to reciprocate."I thought for but a second. "The rumour is, Mister Stafford, you hold some.