” “Can boys put things inside their butts too?” I asked and almost immediately had wished I hadn’t. My embarrassment was clear in my blushing...face. My br other looked as if he was going to laugh but he didn’t. “I mean…” I tried to back out of the question but I had already asked. “Yes they can.” Daddy said and I felt a bit of relief. “…if they’re a fag.” He added and Chris laughed when he said this. I looked down at the ground shamed for some unknown reason. It wasn’t like I had ever. A few days pass by, my wife gets up early one day for a boat trip to the lake. “Are you coming along dear?” She inquires affectionately.“No honey, I'm taking a day off, you go on ahead and take the kids,” I reply.The moment she's out of sight, I grab my phone and begin sending S a text message.‘Hey, are you free today? Would like to meet again. Love…beautiful stranger xxx.’Within a few minutes my phone starts vibrating: ‘Meet me in half an hour…’ When I checked her address, it appears that her. He smiled down at her softly, his long hair dripping residual rain on her naked frame, it was nice, just nice to be wanted sweetly, simply, whole. He was kind, gentle, this stranger she wanted more than anyone she’d been with, because of his sway, the way he moved into her space to catch her and hold her like he actually wanted her, unlike the rest she’d been with so far, often too far, too long. It started to make her sick, the thought that she had forfeited her deep soul desires for “friends. "This piqued Rodric's curiosity, but he still felt it might be unwise toask the knight what his business was with the wizard. If he himselfwere to pass by on his way to ask the wizard for medicine for his oldmother, or for a charm to keep the beetles off his corn, Daniel orHarold would ask frankly why he was passing that way, and he wouldcheerfully tell them, and they would likely pass half an hour talkingabout their families and neighbors before he would go on into theforest. But somehow.