..I reflexively reached for my anger. I'm not introspective, and focussingon things like how my friendship with Jenny ended was something Iavoided lik... the obese chicks at the end of an unsuccessful night'sclubbing. I channel it, using it to drive my work outs, to shrug offrejections and, well, get through life. Some people depict anger as somefestering pustule but I knew better, I knew that it was a powerfuldriving force that I had harnessed.It was also gone.I felt a moment's panic. I had been. “Are you going to be okay, Nika?”“I’ll be fine, Mats. You’ve saved my life. Thank you.” I leaned over and kissed his cheek, then got out before he thought about asking for my number. I didn’t want to tell him the next time I’d have to charge him.After pausing for a moment, he waved, then drove off.I walked up to the door and knocked, expecting Mistress to be home, but after waiting for a time, I realized I’d beaten her home. I didn’t want to sit there, naked, waiting on the doorstep, so I. , I had transport arranged for Niki’s gear and could expect it in about 10 days.“I’m sorry you lost your old man, David, but I really have to tell you something that I know you’re not going appreciate.”“I doubt you could say anything that could surprise me at this point, Sir.”He paused for just a moment, weighing whether or not to continue.“He really was an A-prime, number one Asshole, kid. I’m sorry, but there it is.”“That’s alright Colonel, after the last couple of days, I couldn't have put. I could see every detail of the head of my cock and pulled on my shaft to bring it closer. This was a bit much in my excitement, and I ended up stroking out a massive load of cum all over my chest. For the next two days I tried to get closer, each time ending up spewing on my face or my neck, but I did manage to get within three inches of my lips. Finally, the fourth day I positioned myself so my cock was closer to the wall than my head and grabbed my thighs and pulled downwards. My back hurt.