"Apologize to her," I said to the one that had spoken."Go fuck yourself!" he spat."I don't need to," I replied. "I have Michelle... you know, like the... football team has your ass when the cheerleaders are at practice."Everyone's heads snapped back at my words."The bitch is our property, faggot!" the bootlicker snarled."Let me get this straight," I said calmly. "This is about Michelle and me being an item, right? Yet the best insult you can come up with is calling me gay. If I were gay, there. " Crash ducked the smack that JC lobbed his way. Crash was JC's protégé; he worked with the Colonel on most of her assignments.Cowboy and the rest of the five men comprised a team of their own. They received assignments independent of those JC needed them for, but they worked with her and Crash whenever requested.Working together, these eight people made one hell of a team, JC thought.They made their way to the elevator and pressed the down button. On the panel the parking levels lit up one by. Beth." There were four tapes of me and Beth having phone sex where I was very explicit in describing how Beth was a much better cock sucker, fucker, and all around piece of ass than Lydia ever thought about being and that Lydia could no longer satisfy me enough to make me have an orgasm and that I preferred to beat off than to fuck Lydia.My heart froze because I was sure that Lydia would think that I was no different than that sleaze bag Norm and that everything that was now right between us. However, I always wanted to travel back east so I asked my mom to find a camp on the East Coast. She found a camp in Maine that was run by former hippies and paid very well.I liked the kids and other counselors at the camp, but the vegetarian menu was playing havoc with my bowels. I usually eat a high fiber, low fat diet, but the camp cook made a lot of dishes with strange ingredients. The odd grains and vegetables compacted in my intestines and I began to find it very hard to take a dump.Even.