I rarely drank anything, but when I drank whiskey it was always straight rye, on the rocks. I would sip slowly, letting the ice melt and dilute the wh...skey. Usually two was all I had.“You have no idea what you stumbled on to here, Dean. This is going to spread like a computer virus, and get just as ugly. You don’t get away with this level of shit for as long as these guys have unless you’ve got a protector who is WAY up the food chain. Eventually, Homeland, ATF, hell every alphabet agency in. And not in the manner of a normal mother, oh, no! In the manner of a woman and a man. I wanted him to protect me as I cared for him, to warm my bed, to prove his love for me on my body. I lost count of how many times I had sobbed myself to sleep knowing the impossibility of my dreams, or tried to work it out of my system by masturbating and imagining I was with someone, anyone else. It never worked, though; my thoughts always returned to Brandon, muscles rippling powerfully as he vanquished. It was difficult to know what he should think when the other boy grabbed his wrist and yanked his hand out of the water. Frank jerked away from him, pushing him back into his seat."What the hell..." Frank started, but was quickly cut off by Oliver's concerned voice."I'm sorry, Frank," he sad, cutting the engine and leaving them in silence except for the water sloshing against the sides of the boat. He pointed out at the water, about two feet away.Frank looked, still frowning until he saw. My mother always stressed to me the value of a good reputation." What did you do when you got aroused? Surely you got turned on now and then." Oh yes I did. I knew I couldn't talk to my mother, so I asked the school nurseabout it. She said, 'Say 5 Hail Marys and ask St Anne to help you.'" Did it help?" For a while. It gave me something else to think about. But, it felt almost perversethough. Here I was praying while my pussy lips are getting swollen and slippery. That made mefeel worse. I.