Anyway, I looked upon her and I remember being overcome with emotion, I hadn’t planned any of this mind you. I took her hands in mine and kneeled be...fore her. Before I knew what I was doing I was asking her to wait for me, she had other suitors of course, and I asked her to marry me the first chance I had leave to come home.’ Brion watched as a single tear rolled down his father’s face that was soon lost in his full beard. ‘She said she would wait for me and I left for my training in Rauxes the. I have had to take care of my urges by myself. I am sure there are many that are reading this in the same boat. No chance of sex with anybody so self pleasure becomes an important part of life. I wanted to write this short story and describe the various methods I have come up with to help pass the long nights. I am doing this with the hope that some of the readers of this post will respond to me by e-mail and tell me their special ways of self pleasure. Sharing these methods can only improve. .who the hell is this at this time..."oh, Hello Deb," the neighbour is standing there, cold bottles of beer in hand and and a glassy look in her eyes. tipsy...not drunk."can I join you,,," she asks, "Of course, if you share the beer, even more welcome.. it too hot for bed so I am on a mission to get drunk enough to be able to crash out, have a good night?" yes," she replied, " nothing too hectic, just a few drinks with the girls from work and then didn't pull so I came home" she giggles."well. As these two get moving to the places I pull out handcuffs, a gag ball and a wooden paddle with holes in it which makes a nice swishing sound when moved through the air. As Mrs. Cater bends over my desk I take Windy by the wrist and spin her around placing the handcuffs on her. Of course she protests and screams why are you handcuffing me, why are you treating me this way. Without saying anything I push Windy over my desk next to her mother, face to face kind of way. Holding Windy down I.