I can't place myself inside of it, not truly. I can't join them, even though I'd gladly share their fate if I could. Lonely and scared, I cradled my b...ok, crudely leather-bound, the only copy of a work that will never be published.I felt as though my apartment could collapse around me. I'd achieved the most I could and it wasn't much. Maybe this was the moment of my own death? It was only appropriate; I had just wished for it, after all."Child of Man..."A voice awoke me from a deep sleep, but. I'll expectyou to both look this cute any time you're in our house! Haha. You guyshave fun in the spa, and don't drink TOO many of those wine coolers,okay?"As they walked out the kitchen door to the lush patio, Nikki gave Aidena confused look. "Ashley? And why was Jordy calling me 'she'?"Aiden replied with a giggle, "Yeah, Jordy says I'm too pretty sometimesto be 'Aiden', so she made me pick a girl's name to use sometimes. AndJordy was calling you 'she' as a compliment. I hope you don't think. And that for those like her who are unusually blessed, the price exacted is quite high. If you were to see her in London, getting out of a limo at the Dorchester Hotel or having a late dinner at Blakes, or you were to see her sitting and drinking tea at the Ritz in Paris, or perhaps at the Pierre in New York, you would have no idea of the acute fiery passions that raged beneath the haute couture veneer so elegantly displayed and readily embraced by those who gazed upon her. Mostly cool and. I glance down at my shorts and they are soaked. I pull my soggy shorts off and fling them across the room, they smack against a poster of Meghan Fox who might have been doing something for me, but my morning wood is non-existent. Cum is caked on my dick. Geez! Did I not clean up at all? I wipe my penis off on the sheets and notice that my flaccid member is dripping. The fuck!?Pre-cum dribbles at a consistent rate out of my cock. I stroke it a little and some more drips out, but I don't get.