No one was trying to get off, but the boys really couldn’t help themselves. In my room, I learned that no one ever touched them in any sexual way be...ore, and they only touched themselves to wash. The boy told me how he started getting mad when a girl put a rubber on him because his church didn’t allow that. She explained to him that if he wanted to cuddle with me, suck me, or stroke me, he had to wear a rubber. He was the one that I made cum first. It took him completely by surprise.Someone. ”“Agreed. I thought you would be aware of this, but it never hurts to check.”“Also agreed. Talk soon.” We hung up, and I turned back to Colonel Withers. “Okay, so what do you want me to do about this? Is it time to send in the Marines? Who do we have available, anyway?”He turned to somebody else. “Jerry, give me the big map.” A large map of Africa and the Southern Atlantic went up on the screen. “We have a few options, Mister President.” Several icons for ships went onto the map. “The nearest. A little truth or Dare could go a long way and this went on for another three or four days when she finally accepted a dare where she had give me a lap dance.I showed up one afternoon right after school looking forward to getting my lap dance. I rang the doorbell and she greeted me at the door wearing cute little outfit and told me that she hadn't changed for me yet. She sat me on the bed grabbed some stuff from her closet and went to the bathroom. When she walked out she was wearing a low-cut. But, whatever it was that I was looking for, I was pretty sure that I found it when I opened the nightstand drawer and lifted out the five-by-seven framed photograph that probably had a place right there on the nightstand, next to the alarm clock... before I came into the picture.I stared at the photograph of Eddie and Jase. It was one of those corny-looking photographs, those self-portraits where one person holds up the camera at arm's length. In this case, it was Eddie taking the picture.