The contours of my new life were still taking a while to sink in as I lean back into the old tree facing West. I am no longer the Vicar of St. Dunstan...��s. I am no longer in England. My career has gone a new direction, an unexpected direction, and it exhilarates me and scares me at the same time as it did when I got the job. For the rest of my life, I’m going to be here in Kansas. That thought doesn’t weigh as much on my heart as it would have a few years ago. For much of my life, I yearned to. But he tried shoving it inside of me so I had to stop him and tell him to get some lubricant for me from the dresser drawer next to the bed. He got off me to get it, and came back with the open tube. He rubbed some onto his rather throbbing manhood and then put some onto his fingers and rubbed between my legs until he was certain I was ready for him. He then remounted me and I guided his penis into my entrance and let go and waited for him to enter me.It hurt a bit as he went a little too fast. There were voices. Laughter. The squeal of tyres. The hysteria of a car zig-zagging back and forth round sharp corners.They parked up and shoved me out of the car. I sprawled on wet gravel, my hand grasping for the Taser in my pocket. I was on my back staring at the three guys approaching me. They were unbuckling their jeans with desperate hungry haste.I brandished the Taser at them. Two of them already had their cocks out and were jerking at them urgently. They got closer."Take your. It instantly gave me a vasectomy that can't be reversed. It tumbled, took out the artery that pumps blood into the penis and then came out the side of my left leg severing a major artery on its way out. The medics worried about stopping the bleeding before I bled to death. My sex life wasn't a big concern to them. I was put on a stretcher, loaded onto a helo and flown back to Kuwait where they did emergency surgery to stop the bleeding. I was then put on an airplane and flown to Germany. I.