And there were men hanging around town looking for jobs. A lot of them wanted the steady pay part and could do without the steady work part, but we co...ld deal with lazy people. I remembered the cartoon I’d seen long before about men standing in front of a stone column reading a recruiting poster for the old Roman navy: “Much work, much food. Little work, little food. No work, burial at sea.”On our second day there we hired about a dozen men. Some were farm workers, big, strong, not necessarily. Then she had a brainwave. "Make that viewer," she said. "That will fix it."Giving me a triumphant look the girls changed their answer."Why'd you say voyeur?" asked Tracy."It fitted," I told her "The dictionary definition of a voyeur is a person who watches others when they are naked or engaged in sexual activity." Ewww," said Diana. "That's gross." Why?" I asked her. "There's a huge industry out there that is dedicated to voyeurs and exhibitionists. It's called porn.Haven't you ever wondered. Then he leaned down and sealed his lips to them. He kissed his brother long and hard...pretending it was Joni. His big thick prick leaked all over the boys belly. "Give him some tongue, Johnny...get in Close so we can see him swapping spit.You're sure the kid has never fooled around with guys?" " He fucking hates queers..." Johnny parted the sleeping boys lips and shoved his tongue in..it felt so good, so hot. "He fucking hates queers, huh? Wonderful. tongue kiss that sixteen year old little. “Is now a bad time?” What an infantile question. Why is this getting him so worked up? It’s a simple apology, nothing more.“Sleep is a no-go for me. I’m not really in the mood to be pinned against a wall, though. Maybe in the morning?” Miria’s remark stings. He isn’t trying to be spiteful, but Lorrian can’t help but ball his hands.“I’m not here to hurt you,” he states flatly as Miria places his tome to the side.“Well… this is new. Did you wanna talk about something?” asks Miria with a slight.