Adding to the pressure, the clock was ticking. I knew she had a return flight and I had no idea how long I had slept. Damn that post-coital sleep gene... The cure for that is the next Viagra. I made up my mind. Slow first because there was always the race to finish at the end. As I was deciding, she read my hesitation and confirmed with soft encouragement, “ I want savor [she lingered on this word in a most satisfying way] every inch of you.” My entrance was lingering, solemn ‒ an absolute. I unbuckled my jeans and pulled down the zipper. With my right hand tumb I pulled the waistband of my jockey's down, allowing my penis and sack to fall out. I kept my right hand thumb hold the waistband of my underwear under my ball; sack so it would not go back up and "slap" the back side of my ball sack causing pain. Mean while, my left hand I placed over my back left pocket of my jeans. I had read how people like to pick your wallet and I was not about to let my wallet get stolen out of my. The symbiote lived to make its host happy for within the host happiness was its survival. Worse, this host had once been possessed by a more negative version of this symbiote. Merging quickly, it prepared the host to get what he always wanted.Spider-man woke up after he had been kick off the bridge into the water by Rhino. He remembered being covered pink goo and then calming. Shaking it off he headed home for some quality time with MJ. Off he went not realizing the hitchhiker he had pick up on. Maybe it was us growing up and not being willing to hide our love for each other anymore.What was in my admittedly highly biased opinion mom’s and to a degree dad’s fault was something they should truly be proud of. She had raised a boy to be as close to perfect a man as anyone human might hope to. Harry. Harry was sweet and thoughtful, kind and considerate. He put my needs first, he took care of me. He was strong and reliable, driven and buff. He wasn’t unaware, a fool or a patsy. Nor was he.