”I get up from the table and knock over his glass of water. He gets up too, the cold water covering his crotch. He says something. I’m sure he say... something. He says something, and the beautiful waiter says something. The slutty hostess comes over with a towel. They all say something. I’m sure they do. But I can’t hear them. Everything is fuzzy. Everything is static. My vision blurs, and I start to stumble out of the restaurant. They try to help me, to hold me, but I shake them off. My vision. She caught me masturbating several times in my room and told me to stop it at once as it was "dirty".At first I almost died of shame but later on started getting angry.I wasn't hurting anyone, it was perfectly normal and it was none of her business. I decided to get my own back, and get an eyeful at the same time..I oiled the hinges to the bathroom and packed the bolt receiver so that when you thought that you had slammed the bolt home it was only held by the merest thread and a forceful push. Submissive, you could say. I could never take a cock that size, but if you enjoy it, I'd be more than happy to oblige. I'll even stick it in your ass if you want." Eeuuw, no thanks!" she said, giggling."I'd draw the line if the thing were real," I said, "but it's not. Last night was different; I got to see a part of you I don't often see, and I learned you can squirt. It's not good or bad, just different. I enjoyed watching you come; the look on your face was priceless."She kissed my forehead. “He’s like in the corner, behind Skinner’s amps! Like he’s not even in the band.”“It’s just the way the room is, man! Where is Pete supposed to stand? On top of Carl’s drums?”“No. Just practice somewhere else.”Bruno made a face. “Where? My house is out, you know that.”“I don’t know. Set up outside in the yard at Carl’s then. It’s nice enough these days. Figure something out, if you want to help Pete. He wants to play in the band, but if no one stands up for him against Skinner, then yeah, I’d.