At first, we were just horsing around, tickling each other while trying to remain totally silent. Then he tried to win by tickling my barely budding b...easts. I smacked him but he wouldnt stop. Since he didnt have breasts, I went for the win by gently grabbing his crotch. Instead of crying out, he just went completely still. I suddenly found myself holding the warm little lump inside his baggy shorts and feeling a strange mixture of mortification and sexual excitement. I almost immediately let. Before his marriage he was totally outline person ,.After marriage also he continued with the same routine.Now coming back to my story ,Anna and I never used to talk .but every time when we pass by or stand for the elevator she used to give me a very warm look which made me curious n forced me to think about her,as if i was also the regular reader of ISS i got the inspiration by the stories.i started to demolize her.One day I was standing at my window,I saw Anna was roaming in the society. Wore a black hat always, and stood far taller than the others in the band. On Wednesday nights, far away from the crazed heat and slurring hypnosis of the performance, when all was quiet and gentle and kind, Gregory would come up to the trailer, up the lane where I lived then as a boy, looking for money, and without a smile to be found. Those were merry days and the birds sang often, and no cars came along the road all that often, and in the early evening da would watch baseball and we’d eat. She was wearing a white low-cut top, bare midriff, and long white skirt. He looked around slowly as it dawned on him that this wasn't the Copy Max in New Brunswick. "Where the hell am I?" You're in San Diego," she said."California? How'd I get to California? And who are you?"She laughed. "I downloaded you. And I'm your owner--your mistress." Downloaded? I didn't even upload myself yet! I just went into the scanner to make a CD of myself. I was going to upload it when I got home so I could.