I was going to remind Mother that was something I needed. You know,as a boy I always wondered what the mysterious stuff was that girlscarried in their...purses, but now, that extra pair of pantyhose, or the lipgloss, eye shadow and brushes, even tampons and liners makes oh so muchsense to me. A mystery solved. I liked that.Jack's mom greeted us at the truck. She was outside bringing in somelaundry when we pulled up. She called me over to help as Jack helped meout of the truck. Damn! I wanted to. I want something concrete to dwell upon while you are gone.”The Turk leans back in his kitchen chair and looks down at his well-lubed and hard cock.Umut goes his way to get a roast chicken, four lahmajoons, pilav, some fruit and even a couple bottles of wine to drink. The Turk has fallen in love with his own son in a way that he wants his son to know the nature and extent of sexual stimulation. His erection is slow to disgorge the blood of his desire, for every time he thinks of his son and. .. Aside from the millions of other people whose lives would cease to exist, there is the possibility that Russia might become the first nation with nukes and use them to get at that Middle Eastern oil. Can you say Armegeddon?"Alec promised to restrain himself from doing anything to change history and to prevent the "paradox"; the first trip was just to test its effectiveness.Actually, Alec did have a side trip of his own planned, and it coincided with 1943 perfectly; but he kept that a secret,. No remorse. No regrets. The taste of blood in my mouth as my teeth sunder the softness of my bottom lip. Nipple pegs dancing with each slap across my unpretty face. "Bitch. Bitch. Bitch." Grabbing at the pegs. Rough. Uncaring. Pulling them from my flesh in single rabid movements the pain an explosion of deserved self-abuse. Flinging them at the vision before me only to have them bounce ineffectually off the thick glass sheets that trap us, separate us. "Bitch. Bitch. Bitch." No longer just a.