Geez!”“Christ! You know what I mean. I’m not going to be comfortable knowing my mother and these things are in the same building, never mind the... same room together.”“Bobby,” she whines again. “Please?”“No way, Franc. Not gonna happen.”She’s silent for a minute. Then she says, “Wear it or I won’t come tonight.”“Aw, come on!” I’m trying not to shout, but I know that tone of hers. She hangs up. Yeah, it’s rude, but the conversation’s done and she does that. She’s done talking anyway; either I give. ” Aeron said with a sadistic smile. He snapped his fingers twice and the steel door blew wide open and banged flat down. With that entered one mountain of a man, wearing a loud aloha shirt, khaki army pants stained with grease and white tennis shoes the size of scuba diving flippers. He had a Skinhead, pug snout, a neck as thick as my waist. His eyelids formed gunmetal shells over his eyes that molten white. False eyes, I thought immediately, until a flicker of the pupils made them seem human.. I realize what he’s hitting. He’s found my g-spot. I moan out, louder and he knows it too. He quickens his pace, hitting my g-spot with every thrust. I scream every time he hits it. I feel myself tighten up. My muscles squeeze his cock even harder as he slips in and out of me. He continues to thrust as my orgasm starts. I close my eyes, my back arches, and my head pushes back against the pillow. He goes just a little faster, coaxing my orgasm out of me. I scream as my climax hits. I can feel. We thought we knew everything about each other. We had talked continuously over the last four months. We knew the names of each others friends, their personality quirks, and what made them unique. I knew about Paige’s affair after Patrick’s death and she knew about my day and night with Georgia. I knew her body, intimately, and she had heard the story about how the scar on my thigh was the result of a bicycle accident when I was eight years old. We talked incessantly, and there was no subject.