I loved touching it. I gently pulled open the slot in his underware where his penis was sticking out so I could see more. As I pulled it open, it kind...of plopped out and over to one side. I saw it all. It looked soft and I could see veins under the skin. It kind of curved a bit as it lay up over on top of his underware. I gently started touching it all over. When I touched the head again, it jumped a bit and I almost jumped out of my skin. It looked like it was starting to get bigger. It was!. It was where Winslow and his cronies had built their retreat. Winslow had actually constructed for himself a large villa that would have looked great back in the Roman Imperial period of our timeline. It covered almost five thousand square feet of land, and it housed Winslow and a number of his friends as well as his personal bodyguards and staff.That was another piece of intelligence that we’d garnered from the five new people. All of them had pointed out that Winslow had his own private guard. I told myself this with such regularity and such increasing frequency, I realized that it had become my problem.The next day after making my decision to get involved, I walked up to him."Mack?" I asked very softly. He didn't seem to hear me."Hey, Mack," I said with more sharpness, and he looked up at me, "Cheer up."He looked at me with sadness in those eyes, and a good dose of irritation. For a moment, I thought perhaps he would physically attack me. Not that I was that worried- I was a very. ”She pumped me for information all the way to school and seemed surprised at some of the things she found out. When we got to school, something happened that I really did not need. Brad saw us get out of my car and walk into school together. More fuel for the fire that was already burning between us.Before football practice that afternoon Coach Billings gave us a pep talk on how we needed to be reader for Parker on Friday.“You can beat them. You have the tools to get the job done,” and on and.