My job is to keep that from happening. The night that I got most of these hits was a very bad night. Four men died, and another dozen of us were wound...ed. I wasn’t the worst hit, not by a long shot. What we do there is very dangerous, but it’s the job I said I would do, so I have to do it.”“What happened that night? You haven’t really told us, just that there was an attack, and you were slightly wounded. Slightly! Those were your words, not mine. Now, tell me everything. What happened?” she. You can think what you want, I don't care." Well don't you care what Lauren thinks?" Um, not especially." Oh my God! You are such a jerk, Matt!" Johanna hung up on him.Oops, Matt thought. He did care what Lauren thought about him. He did, he just, he didn't know. He guessed he didn't like her much anymore. Of course, he told himself, he had been using her all along. He hadn't ever cared about her.But he knew he had, though he tried to push that thought out of his mind. Nobody could tell him. "Right," James lay flat on the piss-covered floor. He pushed his head through the gap between the partition wall and the floor, and before long he and Bob were both ready to push themselves into Abdul's cubicle."We're here, " said Bob, as the two naked, piss-covered boys tugged themselves through the minute gap, "give us a sec then turn on the tap!"James and Bob positioned themselves above the open toilet bowl. As Abdul started to urinate, James opened his mouth. He had tasted his own piss. She was putty in my hands now. With a little hesitation I moved lower, ready to remove that towel and at last feel her butt in my hands."I'm going to take off the towel now, mom." I told her, trying my best to hide my excitement. "Okay, honey." She breathed lightly. My fingers trembled as I gripped the top of the towel and slowly removed it from her, revealing inch after inch of her wondrous butt. Once it was gone, I had to stifle a gasp. Here now, in front of me, was the ass I had longed to.