John n'était pas exactement ce qu'on pouvait appeler un Dom Juan. Sans être laid, il avait un physique assez banal. Il n'avait pas un charisme excep...tionnel et n'était généralement pas le genre de personne qui attirait l'attention sur lui. La militante l'aurait d'ailleurs sans doute déjà oublié s'il n'avait pas ce pouvoir.D'où tenait-il ce pouvoir ? Était-il inné ou l'avait-t-il acquis sans le savoir d'une manière ou d'une autre ? Cela importait peu à ses yeux désormais. La seule chose qui. “I jacked off in the shower. Every morning.”She giggled again.“Well, let’s see if we can do better than that this morning, then, shall we?”And with that she pulled back the covers, and knelt beside me. She pulled my boxers down and off, then got in between my legs and took my cock in her mouth. I groaned, and reached down to play with her hair.“Shit, Jess, that feels good.”She pulled off and looked up at me, grinning.“Better than your hand?”“No comparison.”She went back to work, and soon had me. They had noticed a white panel van parked by the cell tower earlier. There had been two men working on the pole part of the tower. Curious, they went over to watch what the men were doing. They said the men had been real nice, but talked with a funny accent. One of the men had warned them not to play around the tower since there was high voltage and someone could get hurt.He returned to his car and called in the observations made by the kids. Once again he was told to hold. This call sparked a. " You're a eunuch, Mike. I've relieved you of your balls."He stared at me and the recognition began to hit him. I saw anger but I also saw something else: fear. "You can't have them back, Mike. Sorry. I've splattered them all over our living room floor. It's a shame too. I was hoping to castrate you and put your balls above the fireplace. It would have been more fitting. Oh well."He stared at me and said nothing. I could see defeat in his eyes. "That's right," I said. "You lost,.