I drew the towel towards myself and started to rub myself dry.“Oh fuck”, I said.“What’s the matter?”“I’ve got sand all over my cock and ...balls. I should have checked the towel had been shaken out.”Jayne laughed. “It’s not funny,” I whined “It’s bloody difficult to get it all off and I can assure you sand under your foreskin is not nice. No wonder the Jews and Arabs went in for circumcision.”“Try washing it off” she said, reaching for one of the k**’s buckets. “That’s no good”, I said, “It’s been. ..” I’m nothing if not subtle. The last twenty-four hours had taught me that THIS guy could make me come HARD. Just like ... Ahhhhhhhh ... now... One good one and then he’s inside me, pumping. I have my heels digging into the backs of his thighs.“C’mon, baby. Hard! Own meeeee!”He does. Completely. Hotly. Wetly. We’re shaking in each other’s arms as he thoughtfully rolls to the side, not letting me go, dragging me to rest atop him.“Beck?”“Yes, Brad?”“I wanna keep you.”“Chained to the bed post?. Mathias' door, which was closed. "Who is it?" Corey, Mr. Mathias." Oh... I'm sorry, I'm busy now." Oh, OK. I'll go then."But before he could leave he heard Mr. Mathias say. "What do you wantCorey?" I just wanted to thank you. Miss Simmons was very nice." OK, I'm just leaving now. Come in for a minute."Corey entered the room, and saw Mr. Mathias beginning to put on his coatand scarf. "Can I give you a ride home, Corey?" Oh no, Mr. Mathias. I live in foundry town and that's out of your way,I'm. "Your dad is Reg Gilson?" Yes." I fired for him for quite some time. I am really sorry to hear your news. I'll let the others in the Link know, if you don't mind. I am sure they will want to know."He broke the rules and stopped the train at Saltley for me. I ran down the platform ramp to the track and crossed the myriad of lines there finding the gap in the fence that led to the terrace of houses. The house was superficially intact, but as I got closer I could see the windows staring at nothing.