My friend had had a couple of relationships with girls but never lived together with one; he now was a lot with the other friend, and they shared thei... bedroom together. At nighttime, I thought I heard some sounds come from that room, but never had the intrusive impulse to lay my ear on their door. I heard them talk and laugh a lot. I was jealous, and jacked off, fantasizing it was me who got fucked in the next door room. PART 2 -becoming his submissiveAnd well, yes I do remember a few. Okay, and someone who had read a lot of history books.Still, North Harbor shouldn’t have rolled over for us. We wouldn’t have. Hell, they shouldn’t have rolled over for us the first time. It showed a lack of moral fiber or something. Certainly leadership.There was a fight at our pirated ship. Apparently one of the pirates said something disrespectful to our soldiers who were boarding it, and they decided that the pirates had already been talked to once, and there was no reason to try talking. Still, it was a long drive for a Saturday morning, although the legendary Los Angeles traffic was lighter than it would have been on a weekday rush hour. Still, Walworth had told McMullen that it would be the last chance that he'd have to talk with Jenny for a while, so there wasn't a lot of choice but to work on a Saturday.He parked his car in the parking lot -- not the Mercedes, but the six-year-old Honda Civic that he drove when working prospects, to show how frugal and environmentally. I wasn't sure if itwas a good idea. She insisted that it was. The only way I would know ifGreg really loved me or not, she said, was to be totally honest with him.There might be a chance that he wanted to be with me strictly as a guywith a guy. I doubted it, but I saw her logic. I agreed to reveal mysecret to Greg the next time he came over. I asked her if she would tellhim about me before I appeared. Mom agreed. We were both exhausted bythat time, so we hugged and went to bed.Chapter 5Greg has.