Freaked... for a couple of weeks a while back. Alternated between being embarrassed and severe attacks of machismo. I think Mister Jason punished him ...or something..." Oh." The Wench blinked. "Ummmm, yeah, you're probably right. It's seriously humiliating, and Jason -- or even Master -- is fully capable of it. I heard that Jason has been abusing Jorge regularly that way." She eyed Bianca. "That's probably why you're here, now -- Jason probably made your Papa do that and it freaked him out so. One Nugget, one Adam, and one Playboy. He had used them several times now. But they could still help him jack off. That and thinking of Ross's sisters or Faith, or Beth next door. He still climbed his tree. The salt cedar between his house and Beth's two story home. The tree was right outside her window. The last time he climbed it, after dark, was when he learned what fucking was really like. He had listened to his foster parents but he hadn't really seen what they were doing. Now he knew.. Another door on this level of the keep caught his attention. Unlike the rest, this one had a sliding viewport and a security bar, both on the outside.Locking someone in, he realized.A glance around revealed no one else in the hall around him. He reached up to slide the viewport open and take a look inside to the sound of steady, rhythmic breathing.At first, he saw only an empty, richly decorated bedroom, like his own, before movement caught his eye. Logan looked down at a pair of athletic legs. Julie awoke shortly after eight and padded out to the living room to find Robbie gone and no evidence that he had slept on the sofa. A mild feeling of panic passed through her until she smelled the coffee and saw a note on the kitchen table. She smiled as she read the note and immediately felt better. She would see him again tonight. As the week passed, Robbie picked Julie up each night at the restaurant and drove her home. He continued to sleep on the sofa, despite the discomfort. By Saturday.