When we first dated it didn't matter as I was just as naive. But thanks to my c0usin, and a good friend, I now had a cock that needed companionship.Ab...ut a week after my encounter with R, my girlfriend and I were out for a walk in the woods near our house. She was looking exceptional, her small breasts pushing against her tight T-Shirt, and her nice little ass filling out the jeans in an exciting way. We held hands for a bit as we walked until we got to a nice quiet grassy spot near the stream. .." Uh oh!" I rumbled.I didn't need further exploration to understand that the skin I'd gotten was male. The package, it was next to me on the floor. It snatched it up and looked again at the lettering. Yep, it said XY all right, male chromosome pattern. I should have seen that for what it was, damn it. The rest of the sequence of the serial number came into focus CMA25 meant of course, Caucasian Male - Age 25. I still couldn't make out the warning.Out in the warehouse I could hear voices,. I kept wondering if running away was the right choice. I mean it clearly was; I would be in jail otherwise.I mean, you have to see life through my perspective. It’s easy to pass this off as a story, but for me it is no story.This is real life to me. I was seventeen years old, but I was always a homebody. I loved my parents, and I truly loved my girlfriend. Connections to the people who raised me, who were part of my life back then, they meant a lot to me. Suzie didn’t have many friends back. This final one, I was trying to get her under the duvet, and failing. By then she was spark out and a dead weight.”“Very clever John,” she said complacently. “How did you put that lot together? You wrote all that yourself didn’t you? Pack of lies just to get out of admitting your guilt.”Everyone sat still, stupefied.At first John did not grasp what she was saying, then as the meaning of her disbelief permeated his brain he felt a surge of rage, got up and left the pub without another word or so.