I stood agape as I looked around my home. The place looked cleaner, brighter, and the furniture had been nicely rearranged. There was a hominess about... the place that I had never been able to achieve.Pat came out of the bathroom wearing rubber gloves, shorts, a t-shirt, flip-flops and carrying a bucket of cleaning paraphernalia, “Oh, hi, Robert. Welcome home. I was just freshening up the bathrooms.”“What have you been doing while I have been gone? The place looks...”“I hope you’re not mad, but I. “This transmits what’s playing on the iPod to the system in the room.”, Sir answers my unspoken query as he taps the small antenna. “I can hear what you’re hearing, and I have a remote control unit for it.” He smirks his private-joke smile and holds up a small, flat device that looks like a very hip calculator. He leans across me, insuring the ear buds are secure in my ears, and puts the iPod down somewhere on the bed above my head.“Lift your head,” he commands, and I do so immediately making. "All right. I confess. I worry. This whole superhero business scares me. I know I promised to support you. I'm trying my best to stand behind you, but it still scares the hell out of me when you put yourself in danger." I'm sorry if this scares you. It scares me, too. When I go up against someone who is willing to kill and is equipped to do it, it scares the crap out of me. But I steel myself to do it anyway. I need to be able to get my head into a place where I can focus on what needs to be. Before long Dustan could feel the man’s breath warming his crotch as they drove. The sensation was new and unfamiliar to Dustan and yet having the man’s face so close to his most private parts was causing his cock to stir and grow. In his mind Justin’s upbringing screamed, “THIS IS WRONG!”Dustan reached down and pushed the man off his lap. He prayed that his passenger had not noticed the growing bulge in his pants betraying his carnal thoughts that Dustan knew to be forbidden. The man sat up.