Many more things too, but not getting into that now) eventually, he pulled his dick out of my mouth (or rather took me off), and started rubbing... it quickly, about to cum on my face, (although at the time i was quite sad, thinking that he had gotten tired of me and wanted to just do it himself), he hit me in the face with it a bit (which i thought was wierd (and still kind of do)) so, thinking he was tired of me, i reached up, and starting giving him a handjob, using both hands,. ‘The Mardi Gras? You have to be kidding me. Only in Las Vegas would a hotel try to look like New Orleans in pink neon.’ Since our trip to New Orleans the year before, my sister had become the world’s greatest expert on the legitimacy of New Orleans imitation. Putting my arm around her shoulder, I whispered in her ear, ‘What does it matter, Lissa? Would you rather stay where there are neon clowns on the walls? It’s free, which makes it perfect.’ She elbowed me in the ribs, then shrugged and. I excused myself for a few minutes and used the pay phone back by the washrooms to call Ann. I explained where we were and asked if I could invite Father Ed to the family barbeque. She was very pleased and was delighted that he might come along. I told her I loved her and to give my love to dad and said I would see her at mass in the morning. From old habit, I checked the change slot on the pay phone to see if I had gotten my dime back and then laughed, remembering how important it had seemed. I reached the back corner the kid wasnowherearound. Leaning with my back against the building I caught mybreath while I tried to decide what to do next. To my left was a standof trees and behind them a chain link fence that marked the school'sproperty line. I doubted he'd gone that way. It was a dead end.Straight ahead was the football field, deserted now that the varsityteam had played their last game of the season. I scanned the bleachersbut they were empty."I'm over here, Dumbass."I turned.