‘They’re working on it,’ John said. ‘I thought it was a good idea to build one now, in case they figure out how to make kids. You working tomo...row?’ Larry shook his head. ‘No, why?’ he asked. ‘I’m going to need help mixing the cement and setting the posts,’ John said. ‘I need someone with a strong back and weak mind. You know anybody like that?’ ‘You mean other than you?’ Larry replied. ‘Yeah, I’ll give you a hand, Uncle John. It’s probably just as well. That way, if you conk out, you’ll have. .Each time you move, trying to get more reward before I say you can, I will stop doing what I am doing until you calm down...and we can wait allll night, if it comes to it." I detected a waver in her voice, a quickening of breath, that assured me that her threat was empty, but I was still enjoying her game, so I played nice. "That's a good boy-now you got it." she said as she made a couple test strokes. It took a surprising amount of control for me to stay still, especially as she stroked me. “I kept form being sexy at home because well, you know how mom and dad are. But I also didn’t want my roommates to find me attractive. I wanted to save myself for you, but you little shit, never made a move on me.” Zach wants to respond, but he hasn’t a clue of what to say. She gets up suddenly and takes the seat right next to him. “What is it with men?” she asks with a puff.“What do you mean?” the boy asks, finding his voice again.“You guys are always horny and shit, but you never initiate. I had very mixed signals going through my mind. So I did what any sensible man in my position would do. Poured myself a drink, put on a porn movie, fantasized about Shelby and jerked off. The next day was a chore. I slogged through the day thinking about Shelby. It was JUST LIKE when I lost her so many years ago. That yearning ache you get. The woulda, shoulda, coulda syndrome of a break up. Come on guys you KNOW EXACTLY what I’m talking about. You gals too! I was on my way home and decided to.