I hadn’t wanted to drink all of his hot piss, but I wanted a good taste. Though surprised, he didn’t react by pulling away, but let me suck the l...st drops. When I stood up he didn’t say anything, as though he accepted this as part of the process. It was quite late by now, and the logical thing would have been to suggest he spend the night, but I didn’t want him to. I was through with him and wanted to sleep alone, with no guest to entertain in the morning. So I said to get dressed and I’d. Those holiday-enthused cretins were so full of Christmas spirit that they made a nuisance at this time of year as far back as he could remember. He wanted to shout out for them to cease and desist before he made them into little pieces of elves all over the snow.He groaned as he remembered the night before with the two female Santa-helpers from the shipping department. They had made demands on his sturdy body almost until the sun started to rise in the east. That and the two empty bottles of. The eighteen-year-old waited with an anticipatory hard-on as the VCR whirred and "PLAY" appeared in green on the tiny LED screen. He'd been so excited when he'd found this tape sitting on his mom's bed that his hands had actually started to shake. It meant that he wouldn't have to wait 'til one of "his" shows came on; that he could, theoretically, watch chicks in tight leotards flounce around whenever he wanted. Without the self-confidence to ask a girl out, the idea of self-gratification on. That was to my advantage!I started to pick up my laptop and luggage and thought about the castration drugs. What the hell, I thought. I stashed the DVD’s in my luggage and located my syringes and filled one to 90cc’s triple the castration dose of 30cc’s. I went slowly back into the living room, hiding the syringe under a cold wet towel I brought with me to put on Todd’s nuts. I kneeled down and moved Laura’s hand aside to place the wet towel on his nut sack. Laura’s vision was out of focus.