I was acting more like a predator, lashing out a stimulus, than a conciliator. In my first class in law it had been pointed out that lawyers were midd...emen. Though they served as prosecutors and defenders, they were agents for others. An agent can be passionate, but enthusiasm can never be the ruling force. I was letting my passion rule my reason.Rachel would help. She had always ... even 20 years ago ... been a calming influence.I went to our room and read a bit.When Rachel arrived, I told her. .. you guys must know that... you called me Abigail when you came in" Yes... yes your name is Abigail Foster and these are your friends" said one of the guys, who'd drawn up a chair, sitting along side me and was holding my hand."I'm Brad... Brad Stevens, I'm your boyfriend, partner, and we live at Stevens Close. This is Jeannette Boswell... this is Harriet Crosby, Diane Gower, and Reggie Powell" he said as he introduced me to the others."You don't remember a thing do you" He asked."No... no. Matt said not to stop masturbating on his account."What were you masturbating to anyway?"I had forgotten all about what I was fantasizing about but I stuttered I like the feel of panties and stockings and often got off just on the feel."Are you Gay?" Matt asked."No." I plainly stated although I had fantasized about giving a blowjob."Are you?" I asked as I started to move my hand against my crotch, a little surprised that I was still hard."NO! Hey I am not the one in panties here." Matt abruptly. I entered the men’s shower with my towel and removed the sheet covering my small little body. I got under the soothing, hot spray and became more than a little turned-on thinking about all the nubile, attractive studs that washed their buffed, muscle-bound forms in that same shower. I started soaping myself up and got my hair wet, pushing it all back over my shoulders.Suddenly, I turned around and found myself facing Michael again, only this time he was as naked as I was and was sporting a.