"As I worked my dick even faster, I asked, "What's my name?" How the fuck ... unnnh!"The gasp was loud in the room, probably outside too. It should ha...ve been. I'd really hit hard on the tits. I didn't stop ramming up his hole, though, and he started tiny little thrusts backward."My name, kid."His mind caught up with his DNA. "Sir."My smile was broad in the dark above his back and I leaned down to tenderly kiss the back of his neck. "And you should have said..." Don't stop... sir."As the word. .The box was rocking back and forth. He had passed out for a while andthought he had been on a plane but wasn't sure... then felt the rockingmotion of being in a truck going down a long road...Then... the motion finally stopped. He was relieved the trip wasover...but scared of what was to come next... being all bound up anddressed as he was probably wasn't a good thing...He felt the box being unloaded and thumped on the ground, felt thetilting backwards and felt being rolled along a path, then. "I could almost see the light coming on in both of our heads. If I had my period, and Liz had hers, well, that left only one other tampon user in this house. Mom was just turning 37, way too young for the Change in Live.We kept our questions to ourselves. Instead we worked back, trying to figure something out. "I know she had her period when we were at that town," Liz said one night when we were in bed. "You did, I did, and so..." You know, Sis, Mom likes to do several guys at a time.". Maybe he'd tell them there was an emergency and he needed to go. While hecontemplated it, he dug into his purse and pulled free the pack ofcigarettes. If there was every time for one it was right now. He shook oneloose from the pack and searched his purse for the lighter."Get that for you?"Jon looked up and saw Todd approaching apprehensively."Huh?" Jon asked."I got a lighter if you need one," Todd said."Uh, sure," was all Jon could say.Todd produced a zippo, and flicked the flame up. Jon.