The Islanders would lose their eleventh straight home game, and thirteenth over-all. And goals weren’t Zec’s job. Zec was an enforcer. His job was...to instigate fights, incur penalties, take away scoring chances, be the bullyboy, the tough guy. He had gone back fighting with his face masked with blood again and again. His blood had reddened the ice of every garden, coliseum, stadium in the league. And he had reddened that ice with other blood, damn fucking right he had, every fucking chance he. ”“Snow is really fun!” Calara said exuberantly. “You can make snowballs with it, build snow forts out of it, and ski down it!”“Sounds like another good idea for a vacation,” John grinned, “But back to the current mission at hand, we better disembark and go hail a hover-taxi.”They all rose and began to make their way to the grav-tube to head down to the airlock.“We can just take the Raptor,” Calara said with a shrug. “There’s plenty of space to land it at my parent’s house.”“I thought you said. We'd do everything together.... There was no being angry with each other while we were out there. It was always just the two of us on those trips. We always enjoyed them.... I watch him eat dinner. After he's done, I get the leftovers. There's a bunch. I know he cooked more for this purpose. It could be worse, but Gabe isn't that cruel. Plus he knows how much I love spaghetti. Luckily it hasn't gone cold yet. Gabe sets out a glass of water for me. I reach out for his hand and kiss it, murmuring. When Roger returns I note his cock is flaccid when he walks in and I wonder if he will be able to get it up again so he can fuck me as promised.“Wow that is a turn on for me baby, a huge turn on, you are pleasuring two hung men while I watch, don’t stop,” he moans as comes closer to watch while he teases his cock and it becomes erect almost immediately.“I want Roger to fuck me while I blow both of you,” I tell Karl and Carla as I lean across a narrow table on my elbows .“I am to pleasure and be.