We visited museums; we went to concerts and visited the honky-tonk bars on Broadway Street in downtown Nashville to listen to country western and jazz... music. We attended several sporting events; as a ‘faculty’ member at Vanderbilt I could easily get tickets to watch their first-class baseball team.And it was at a Nashville Predators hockey game that I discovered a raging hockey fan sitting with me. Who would have thought that my petit and demure PhD. candidate could be so invested in the. Called me names and made fun of me. So I . . . finally had to goalong. But I don't like myself for being weak. I guess in some ways,that makes me just about as rotten a person as my mother . . . "No, Davie, no!" he defended. His jaw was clenched but there was compassion in his eyes. Compassion, pain and great love. He blamed himself for his daughter's debasement. If only he had stayed in NewYork . . . if only he hadn't run away to the solace of an islandparadise . . . But he knew all too well. I had 30 minutes — 30 precious minutes that Ryou was covering for me. My assistant — I still had trouble believing that I had an assistant — would be arriving at 6pm on the dot to help me change clothes and get me out the door on time.I got to my office and closed the door behind me. The building was empty apart from security because it was Christmas. Only crazy people come to the office on Christmas. Crazy people with complicated lives. Simple people are at home with friends and family, eating. I was really taken aback by this bold move. My hand was on his cock & was encosed in his bigger hand & he now making me move my hand up & down on his cock. I was stunned –his cock seemed so large –It was throbbing & pulsating in my hand.His grip was firm & I could not remove my hand & I was holding his erection & moving it up & down with the movement of his hand. He then slightly shifted his position a bit & turning & leaning a bit towards me, & with his right hand, he gently placed it on my.