..Ever fly free?I hold her hand,She looks into my eyes...So same, yet different it seems,And when I close,My heavy eyes...Inside a the true me I see.M...y only friend,Just left me to die...Why cant he hear my cry?***REPEAT CHOURS 2x******THERAPY(Note: This song was a written as a theme song to a story I wrotecalled THERAPY)Watashi tachi ga atta mae ni, watashi ha tsuneni taikutsu shi taNee, watashi tachi ga atta mae ni, watashi ha kesshite hanasa nakattahi wo tootte setsudaN. watashi ha michi. Ha ha, I told you so! Oh, don't take things so seriously, for one, I doubt that you were elected by the majority of the readers, and two, this is humor. I admit to brusing the fourth plane, but after all, this is humor, and in a way, isn't it nice to acknowledge the reader? Hey, if you want, go dig up my livejournal, it has some stories on there. Also some fourth plane distortion. I didn't pander though. wait, would this plug be considered pandering or not? hmmm... (pondering imponderables)Ok,. She ran her hands through it to straighten it out. Her supervisors at work didn't like Danny having such long hair. But when you are a customer service rep whose only duty is to answer the phone all day, what difference did it make. So while at work she kept it in a neat ponytail that is now considered stylish for men.Danielle opened her dresser and picked out a white pushup bra to wear. She still had to wear her breast forms even with this bra. Oh, how she hated those forms! Next she put. My problems started just six weeks ago, at the mall. My wife and I have a game we play on escalators. With her on the step above me, I press up against her from behind. This puts her hand at just the right height to fondle my cock. We rode for several flights, surrounded by crowds, isolated within the handrail walls, with her stroking my erection. Usually I have a coat or shopping bag for concealment when we step off, or I just walk closely behind her, until things subside. This time my hands.