Com/blog/spermlordfakeThis Story is fantasy, nothing is true, everything is permitted!Jack Lord realized he was getting tired.Tired of hiding from his...true purpose. Since he was a child, Jack knew he was special, that he was different from everyone else. When young, he learned that he was closer to being one of the X-men than being a normal human. He had always hidden his differences, even from his parents. It had never been very difficult to do since he could erase any concern about his. Perhaps it was because none of the climaxes had been of the usual physically-induced variety; perhaps it was because my parents had witnessed most of them. Perhaps it was something deeper.The soft hum repeated, disrupting my thoughts, and I recognized the sound of my phone in vibrate mode. I rolled silently to my feet, stifling a sigh as I flexed my protesting core muscles, and crept out of the bedroom without disturbing the rhythm of Stacey's sleep. Where had she left the phone?I found it. “Wow,” I said. I was impressed. I thought I knew her so well, and it turned out I didn’t. So I confided something secret about me. “I didn’t start doing it until I was almost thirteen.”“Boys are slow,” she said, like it was a simple fact that everyone knows, but which needs to be pointed out occasionally.I decided not to argue with her about it. She hadn’t taken the hint and gone prone either. I tried plan B.“So do you want to go swimming?” I reminded her of why she’d taken her suit off.“No,”. The third trial of the day ended the same way and would eliminate one drug trafficker.The Doc with all his equipment for the infirmary arrived at Brownsville at 1500. With all the Suburbans and Humvees, it still took three trips to get it all to Matador.The Doc with four men and I worked until 21:00 to get it all set up in place and checked out. The traffickers from Puerto Vallarta would be here tonight. The Doc was going to try out the equipment on them tomorrow while I asked questions, after.