Saturday night came fast and after a long week at work I needed to go out for some drinks with the guys. I called my wife to see if her friend could w...tch my son but I was out of luck so she gave me the number for the k** next door who was home from school on break. It was a fairly cold night and he showed up at my door in overly trendy and strange fashion from college. He was wearing this black turtleneck sweater, leather pants that zipped from the front to back and his fingers were painted. ‘Who are you?’ ‘They call me Maggie. But ’tis the truth I have many names.’ She smiled at me broadly. ‘And ye, Regan of the future, may call me Maggie.’ I fell back on the pillows beneath my head. ‘I’m sorry. Did you call me Regan of the future?’ She smiled again at me. ‘Aye child.’ She stood and picked up a goblet from the table beside me. I did a double take. It was a real goblet. Old, and was obviously made by hand as it had the look of beaten metal. ‘Drink this,’ she said, and obediently,. Since my folks worked late, we usually ended up at my house after school. One day, Sean asked if he could see my dick. Of course, I had to ask for him to do the same. Sean asked if I wanted to suck ‘em. After going back and forth deciding who would be first and promising never to tell anyone, we ended up sucking each other. That was my first time. I didn’t know what a great feeling the body can have until then. I was completely amazed. It turned out that Sean's cousin had visited him on the. I don’t even have a word for it. Mike, I’m not so sure I want...”Hall squeezed her hand to get her to stop. “Please, Honey. Please, just hush. Don’t even say it. Frank Wainwright, the billionaire we hear so much about on the news, is going to give me a job, and he’s ... friends, whatever, with Jeff Matthews. Mr. Matthews has guaranteed me a job that pays more and has better benefits than the boring company job did. And ... the Matthews have offered this beautiful building for our wedding. Oh,.