As Ifelt him with my left hand, my right slipped under the leg of his shortsand travelled up to the front of the teenager's packet. Sure enough, hewa...s wearing something silky and tight underneath, and my fingers began totake out the unmistakeable softness of mesh nylon. God, this 18-year-oldwas as keen on nylon as me! Unusual for a straight teen, I thought tomyself.I got working with my right hand at once, and began to wank him off throughthe nylon brief or pouch, and he began to move. " We said goodbye, and hung up.I read the new Clive Cussler novel for a couple of hours, and then Dadknocked on the door and said it was time to go. We decided to walk,since it was almost across the street. I did notice that both Mom andDad were armed. We didn't think that there would be a public attack,but then, we couldn't count on anything sane from either the Ghost Facekillers, or the network.We went into the mall, and I bought the track for the song. Dad said,"That's the perfect song. I decided to brave the coolspring air and wander out into my paved back courtyard. Myfear of the consequences of being seen was remote at thatpoint.I vaguely heard the sound of a pick up truck pull up anddismissed it as John arriving home late from a job. Thesound of footsteps soon caught my attention and suddenly Iheard John's voice."Bernie!" he yelled ? okay so now you know my name."Bernie!!"I froze. I saw his head peep over the fence. "Hello!" heexclaimed. "Who are you? And where's. I mean come on. We've been together for seven years! It's just sex now. He makes such a big production out of it, getting room service to make up the rooms, flower petals sticking to my ass afterwards. What ever happened to just getting it over with so that I don't have to deal with him for long. We go on these trips and it's like we're together all the time until I can't stand it!I might as well check email. Maybe something interesting will have happened to one of my friends. Damn I'm bored..