Sorry about the rant – I got sidetracked there – anyway. Time passed ... weeks and months. I got a transfer to permanent nights on a general medic...l ward; the hospital was just up the road from where I was living and I was living a somewhat consistent life, eight nights on, six off, seven on, seven off. That meant I slept during the day, at least during work weeks.So, there I was, one evening, eating breakfast ... at six pm ... ready to take a shower and head off for another ten and a half. “Stand up!” I panted and her legs unhooked from around me in a flash. I turned her around and slid back into her from behind, pulling her back against me as hard as I thrust into her. I was losing my mind from the sight of her ass slapping against my stomach while we fucked hard. She was turning red and screaming that she was cumming again as soon as I bottomed out. I wasn’t far away and I told her so.A moment later, I felt the tension at the base of my cock as I tried to hold back the orgasm.. Anyway, it benefited me greatly! I was not quite old enough to be left alone, too old for a babysitter, and old enough that I had discovered masturbation and did it quite frequently! I was hormones in tennis shoes walking around constantly in a mild state of arousal! I would go into the bathroom and masturbate 2 or 3 times per day. She (the babysitter – more of a neighbor who kept an eye on me) came over at lunch time and at other routine times. I also would have to go to her house to check in.. A field of science that may one day prove that there are other dimensions beyond those that man lives. So what is real? Let me start from the beginning. It started with the noises. Scratching. Scurrying. I figured we had a rat problem. Rats in the walls. It reminds me of a story I read once, but that’s what we figured. An infestation. Sounds dirty, doesn’t it? The mere word gives me the creepy crawlies: INFESTATION. Whether rats or roaches, it’s never a good word. The kids started up with.