’ ‘Hell yeah, guy’s lucky he can move along the street.’ ‘So what’s he doing these days?’ ‘Well, I’m sorry to say I think he’s a w...no, a crack head, or both.’ ‘God damn it,’ I said under my breath. ‘You got hurt too, didn’t cha?’ ‘Yeah, I got hurt too. But not like that.’ ‘Least ya got some money for ya troubles,’ he commiserated. Then curiosity got the better of him and he asked, ‘So what happened to you?’ I rolled out the canned version for him. ‘Early seventies. After leading the nation in. The huge black man had won. I had second thoughts as I saw the bulge in his pants and the look in his eye. He grabbed my arm and led me away. He took me up the stairs to a private room. Once we were there, he ripped my clothes off, and said, “I want to see if I got my money’s worth” I stood stock still, embarrassed and ashamed to be looked at like a piece of meat. He reached over and pinched one of my nipples hard. I slapped his hand away without thinking. He grinned showing gleaming white. Daryl laid on top of me grinding slowly in to my butt and sucking on my neck and earlobes. When Daryl was satisfied he pulled from my anus and went to his bed leaving me trussed up on my bed. I drifted off to sleep only to be awaken about four in the morning by Daryl sticking his rigid cock in my wet butt hole. Daryl had slipped his arms and hands under my tied up arms and was gripping on to my shoulders and slamming his body into mine with great force. With each plunge he would sink another. " Mom gave my shoulders a squeeze, then offered the press, "Are there any questions?"As it turned out, there were. I'll present them in a somewhat logical order, even though they came in a much more chaotic fashion. I'll leave out the dialogues around the particularly stupid questions, such as "Are you glad to see your family?" Sheesh!"Are you really Mark?" Are you asking the body or the mind?" Ahh..." The mind!" yelled a more mentally flexible reporter.I answered, "The mind is Mark." How will.