The sound grew louder, overshadowing the muted TV and its unfunny sitcom. They'd turned off Geary, she decided, down Fillmore, or probably closer, Ste...ner maybe or even Scott. She strained to hear.It was Steiner. The sound would have been harsher, more grating if the trees and hills of Alta Vista weren't between her and the engines to mute their wails. It was a big fire. By her count, at least three engines had already responded. She listened again.San Francisco is a city obsessed with fire. It. What was I?By Christmas of my sophomore year at Bret Hart high, Teddy Seville and I were universally accepted as a couple. I'd found barely a twinge of regret at Ben's choice. His girlfriend Kristina in fact, became one of the small group that Teddy and I socialized with outside of school. She was just so sweet and outgoing, you felt yourself wanting to draw her in to bask in her radiance. For some that was just a compliment, but for me, it was literally true. She radiated positive emotional. Finally, at six-thirty, he rose, showered, shaved, dressed, and left the room, driving to a nearby restaurant. He had the beginnings of an appetite, but he chose his breakfast with care, not wanting to upset his already fragile balance. Juice, fresh fruit, muffin, coffee. Nothing greasy or heavy. He paid the bill, took a coffee-to-go, and drove back to the motel. He had some things to do this morning, things that would change the course of his life, but would still leave him in doubt about his. That was followed by Jeanine stepping fully into the booth and doing her best to close the curtains. I breathed long and deep. My cock was swollen and already had a glint of pre-cum on its tip. Jeanine stepped closer and held her right hand out, palm up, and softly grasped my cock, breathing quietly but not speaking. Her hand wrapped around my cock, and pushed down on the shaft, toward the base, stretching the skin and inadvertantly touching my engorged head with her forearm.I breathed in.