Making sure that his hand was protected behind the cement column, he held the jug out. A bullet took out half of the plastic jug. All of a sudden, Mik...e was sitting in a half gallon of milk.Swearing, he said, “That wasn’t too smart. I’m going to smell like rotten milk by the time I get home.”There was a sudden burst of gunfire and then Mike heard someone shout, “How do you like that, Arab motherfucker?”There was a moment of silence. Mike called out, “Is he dead?”“You bet your sweet ass he’s. Adam had pointed out it was the only family heirloom he had ever wanted to keep and its twelve thousand dollar valuation had some kudos. Hannah had found the mix of nature and engineering hard to reconcile, the clock itself was mostly mechanics and metal. But like her and Adam, the coming together of two opposites could be beautiful, occasionally. She giggled to herself, the thought of a naked Adam holding her tight swept across her mind. before being rapidly replaced by something more sombre.. ‘This doesn’t look like a typical taxi,’ I say to the driver, as I observe the lush interior and wood grain dashboard. ‘Your hotel uses our premier services for all of their guests Madame, everyone is a V.I.P with us,’ he explains. ‘Oh, the taxi’s that I’ve taken in London thus far have all been off of the street, not from the hotel,’ I reply, as I sit up straighter in my seat. ‘Where are you from Madame?’ he asks, while navigating busy midday traffic. ‘The States,’ I reply with a smile.. Holding his neck and running my hand along his back fixed all that for me.When I tried to reach down to his dick, he pushed my hand away."You don't have to. I know you're not really Gay, so don't feel like you need to." He said.I told him that I wanted to. The first time I'd ever done anything sexual with another person I'd made a guy cum during a sleepover.He sighed and said "Josh, I'm sorry, but I'm not really comfortable showing you my dick yet."I looked at him questionably. "Okay? I'm not.