His name is Hendricks and he seemed to be just what she was looking for. She'd talked to him several times, just to get to know him and to also get up... the courage to do what she wanted to do to, and with, him. Finally the moment arrived and she made her move."Julian," she called to him. "Would you come over here and do me a favor, please?" Sure. What you need done?" I want you to go out on a date with me." A date?" Sure. Got a problem with that?"Silence.More silence.Finally Julian answered. .." she said. "When I was having my nightmare..." She looked down, and I could tell she was a little nervous about asking the question.I reached out and stroked her cheek affectionately. "It's all right, dear," I told her. "Go ahead and ask me." Well ... why did you kiss me like that?"I withdrew my hand and sighed. I had wondered whether she would even remember it, or if she did, if she would want to talk about it."You're right," I said. "I shouldn't have done it." That's not what I meant," she. I’m not happy to be over a mile from the small port, but this is the last place high enough to let us look at the port from above it because the surrounding area is very flat.The four of us take turns using the three telescopes we have while we study the situation. After a few minutes Bridget says, “Al, those look like internment camps around the port. Do you know why?”I nod while replying, “To lower the port population below that for a bank they forced most of the people out of the port. I. "Lean your head back on my shoulder boy," he tells me, "and tell me you want to be my fagboy."I hesitate, can I really do this I think? His hand leaves my nipple and goes down to my zipper. Oh god, he wouldn't. I lean my head back on his shoulder, looking back I do as he says. "I want to be your fagboy Sir." Good boy, now lift yourself up and down on your toes, rub my cock against your cute little ass, show the men how much you want to feel my cock," he commands.I do as he says. I know my face.