“I’m the one who gets to decide; not anyone else. Katy, would you let a man decide if you could have an abortion? Or is that up to you?”“It’... up to me, of course. But those are two different things!”“Are they?” Cindi asked. “We’re talking about bodily autonomy now. If we can’t control our own bodies, we have no freedom. Somebody, somewhere, decides for you. It’s like stupid laws that say guys can be drafted but can’t have a glass of beer! How stupid is that? Congratulations kid, you get to go. As the floor was wet, I fell down intentionally so that my towels dishevel. I screamed in pain listening to which she comes running. Now she became really worried about seeing me in that state because she thought me as her brother. She immediately got me to stand up because of which my towel fell down. I was completely nude. She was shocked like hell. She kept on gazing at my hard dick. She then took me to my bed. As I was in pain, she suggested massaging me. I lay on my back while she was. A window looked out on the back yard. She watched Ray chopping at dirt with a pick. Shirtless, covered in a mixture of sweat, dust, and mud, Ray had just the kind of body that made Simone pant with arousal. As Ray raised the pick and brought it down hard, Simone could see every muscle in his arms, chest, and back move. Ray wasn’t “cut” like a dude who spends every day at the gym; his muscles were the kind that came working every day in the hot sun. She imagined how his muscles would feel. He had a smile on his face partly from his buzz, partly from being horny and the last part from being in love with me. I could see it in his eyes, he wanted me. That smile and those eyes - I could never resist them. Of course he knows this. I can feel my own face light up with joy and passion building up in side me. He held me in his arms. Those arms that have always given me so much comfort, the same ones who give me strength when I feel weak and yes, the same ones that give me unconditional.