The boy in front of him could only be titled as such because of his age – his girth and stubble on his cheeks bespoke of a man. He wore a leather ja...ket, unzipped halfway, and tight blue jeans cupped his long legs. White-blond hair was slicked back sleekly over his head, and a pair of hooded, imperious blue eyes regarded him lazily. You make that yourself? He drawled, chewing on a toothpick in the corner of his mouth. Who does this guy think he is, James Dean? Timothy thought irritably to. Both boys wore theirchastity devices and high heeled pumps and were practicing theirmovements. Helen wanted them to "move as one" in this humiliating danceof submission. The boys kept moving and concentrated on smoothmovements. Helen had a small crop she was more than willing to apply tothe back and legs of each boy. In fact she rather enjoyed the littleyelps each boy emitted when struck.Helen was on the phone with her mother and outlined the training processto her. It seemed that her mother. " That's him, Carlynn." agreed Mandi. "Are you starting to feelbetter now?"Carlynn still looked puzzled and confused. "I don't know, Mandi.Even though I wish _I_ had someone just like Moose to ram his manhoodinto me and be _my_ boyfriend, I'm still having those strange and verypeculiar feelings I've told both you and Randi about from time totime." Carlynn sat up on the edge of her bed. "What do you think canbe wrong with me, Mandi?" she asked plaintively. "Have you any ideaswhat should make me. 45 is a lot of things but quiet is not one of them.Ricky lead us away from the river and into the shadows. We walked in silence stopping every few yards to peer into the woods ahead of us and listen for any noise a base camp would make. After some time Ricky stopped and pointed to his eyes with two fingers and then at the shadows ahead. He had seen something ahead. We froze in our tracks and waited as he lay down his bow and signaled us to stay put. He disappeared in front of the two men.