My hands felt big and clumsy as I massaged her, sliding my palms along her torso and buttocks and feeling the firm muscles flexing and stretching unde... her smooth skin. As I worked up the inside of her legs she parted them a little more, then raised her hands to her neck and hooked her thumbs under the fine chains that were suspended from the heavy choker. She moved her hands away from her body and gasped as the links slid over her nipple rings, pulling the tiny buttons of tissue away from her.. " He hesitated. "I just wanted to know - I mean, it seems like you're not - see, I was talking to Sean, and, well..." Zane, spit it out!" Do you want to do me?" He blurted out. Then he looked at his hands and turned bright pink.I snorted. "Hell yeah. But I'm not trying to get busted for rape or some shit. The three months is to give you plenty of time to back out of the deal. By then, you'll understand totally what you're letting yourself in for. I don't want to hear 'I didn't know' or I didn't. As always feedback is welcome. — All characters and events are fictional. Many are illegal, immoral and/or impossible. Never try this in real life. You do not have mental powers. ***** You know when you wake up in a bad mood for no reason? There’s nothing unusual or stressful about the day but for unknown reasons you just hate it anyway? Every little annoyance rankles, every person who jostles you on the sidewalk you just want to push into traffic. We all have days like that – I had one myself. I've been shot at, but not like you have." Then you'll never know the way we deal with this. The CO might have been an asshole, but me and lots of other Joes and kids are only breathing because he did what was right at the time. I owe Joe my life. Don't get me wrong, he didn't do it all by himself – there were seven other guys there who did as much, if not more. But Joe was one of them. I haven't seen him in a few years, since that bitch Tara did a number on him, then he married Penny. I was.