One evening the bell rang and Marc our neighbour from next door stood at the door with a broad grin on his face. He had a videocassette in his hand."I...have a beautiful nature documentary here," he said, "I wish you a lot of enjoyment."It was one of those dark winter days with long evenings on a Saturday. After dinner, we settled on a sofa with a bottle of wine and placed the tape video player. and at that time porn was still a matter of magazines and books with spicy stories.Video porn was. A time and place were decided. We were meeting on a weekend, so we’d have plenty of time to explore each other. He was a gentleman, and offered to bring condoms and lube, and even asked me what I’d like to eat at dinner.The anticipated day finally came. I started preparations at the earliest, I was to meet him in the evening.I bathed and shaved myself to perfection, brushed my teeth and cleaned my ass. Fantasizing about him, I used a cucumber to stretch my asshole and make it ready for him.I. I had several hours before theinterrogations began, I was able to gather my thoughts and give adetail account of what happened. From the time I had been grabbed tonow, it had been nearly six weeks; I had been in the water for tenhours according to several guesses. My only visitors were Sally and Irene besides the police. Mybusiness had been torched and bombed, my home had suffered the samefate. It was thought best to keep me under wraps. It was believedthat a Mexican cartel was behind the. Screw never opened an eye. The next morning my sister didn’t start a war or say anything to me or dad about me molesting her while she slept. After couple of hours in her company, I my frayed nerves calmed and I became comfortable around her again. The day passed, I spent much of the time catching and releasing several large trout. Helen and Screw roamed the nearby hills and rocks, mom and dad went for a hike. It was a hot mid-afternoon when Helen and the dog came back to where I was.