“No, I’m too independent. I’m not sure what I want. I’m too engrossed in my career. No guys or girls, at the moment.” Elizabeth reacted to t...e word 'girls' with a just perceptible twitch of her mouth. “Do you want a drink?” she asked. “I’ll get them,” I said. Elizabeth looked at me reproachfully. “I’m not that broke that I can’t buy you a drink!” “Yes, sorry. A white wine then please.” After ordering the drinks she turned to me and she gave me one of those looks that put tactfully, meant she. "Francine frowned as her mind tried to comprehend what she was reading.She was trying to put all the pieces together, but found it hard tobelieve that her son felt like a girl. He was such a boy. He liked doingboy things. He never once said anything to the contrary. Or did he? Ithurt Francine that her only son didn't think she would be understandingand try to help. She was never dismissive of John's problems before andwould have given him a sympathetic ear."The pajamas are totally awesome,". Josa wasent shy about letting me blow him in front of the others, before long I was sucking everyone in that room sometimes two or three times, joss fed me constantly, id eat his perfect fuzzy asshole then he would fuck me good. man I was in fucking heaven. Juan would bring me along with him to visit his friends and family and then put me to work sucking ang getting fucked hard by his friends, sometimes twenty or thirty of his friends at a time. he would gather together his super. I didn’t know that owning a plane meant I had to start another company.”“Protection, my boy, and taxes. It’s all about the insurance and taxes. It’s a good thing you own an insurance company. I must say ... I wish I could see the face on the underwriter up in Hartford when he discovers that a sixteen year old is buying an airliner. Ha!”“I guess I should say thanks for all your help, Uncle Harry,” I told him.“Don’t thank me, my boy. It was that gal assistant you’ve got that really made it all.