Charles, the barrister, married an Irish lass ... a right fine redhead with the fire in the belly to match the fire on her head.She was a lusty wench....David, the second son was never a son of Charles. Bastard to the Bastard Bar, he was. The airbase had a surfeit of handsome and young officers ... the barrister was away ... the lass did play ... and caught. Charles never knew until the Davie lad was born blond ... and left handed.Never ... not since 1158 ... had there been a left handed Austin.. I finally got up the courage to call her and ask her to the movies. That was the beginning.When we would drive in the car, she would sit next to me instead of by the window on the passenger side. When we would walk, she would hold my hand. We used to go down to the old bridge that was down by the lake and go inside. There she would sit on the ledge and I would stand between her legs. We would kiss and pet until we could no longer stand it. We would have to get up and move on. Neither of us. Just let the poor guy breathe.”The blade was removed from his neck and he rose on his hunches. The room they were in they were poorly lit, and the two women looked like two indistinguishable black silhouettes, covered in clothes from head to toes.“I and my friend are lost,” Cory started talking. Next to him, Edgar moved, sign that he was, too, conscious. “Is this Tresalt? The city of women?”“Yes, it is,” Adrienne answered sharply. “If you have half a brain, you go back where you came from,. There's nothing wrong with being gay, he would say. But he's straight. The women, on the other hand, would invariably end up on the giving end of his cock or ass for a weekend, being worn as his sperm sponge or as a cog in his personal toilet slave machine. When he received a fairly typical request from Mindy offering herself to be his toilet slave, he replied that she would be welcome to be a guest in his toilet slave machine for a weekend or so. But when he received her reply,.