I thought about stuff. All kinds of stuff. But no matter what I thought, my thoughts would return to breasts and pubic bushes and pussies; to Mom in h...r bathtub, to Mom sitting on the toilet, looking at me with the eye between her legs. I got a disastrous hard-on. It wouldn’t go away. It just kept getting worse and worse, so hardI thought it was going to pop. I couldn’t jack off as I would have at home, and I was afraid to get up and go into the bathroom for fear of waking Mom or her asking if. Her fingernails raked my skin, her featherlight touch drawing a line of goosebumps across my back. I felt her hair brush across my shoulders then her warm breath on my neck."I love you," she whispered.My toes started to tingle as her warm lips pressed against my skin. I swear my nipples were so hard they could cut glass!I felt her teeth run the length of my spine, from top to bottom and back.Her hands pushed me back down into the bed when I tried to roll over. I don't consider myself a meek. He's holding a big rally next month where he's slated to publicly link his ministry to former Governor Smith's Senatorial campaign. Reverend John must be put in an embarrassing situation before that. Smith has things to hide, like they all do, and the thinking is that Doe has to go.”“What's my cover? Or should I come up with one myself?”“You're a University student/political activist/pro-life groupie. The good Reverend apparently does private counseling with morally-troubled young. .. and we’d have to make it there fast before the hills became too iced up to climb!Jaime throttled up the Dash-2 to a crawling pace, as Miles and I walked along each side of the track, lanterns in hand, carrying the banner, to find the elusive old switch to send us up the northern hillside and across, into the valley beyond. Already it was almost obscured by snow and I think Miles only found it by accident, when he tripped over its frog. Off to the side, we found the switch throw and found it.