.. our mother, I really want to get to know you. It’s like fate brought us together in the worst possible time.”I shrugged. “I don’t see anyth...ing I’ve got to hide, other than talking about our heritage.”She smiled. “We can talk about that too.” She fingered her beads. “These act like a normal security spell, only they adapt to whatever room or vehicle we’re in. The only place they don’t work is when we’re outdoors.”My eyebrows shot up. “That’s useful.” I really wanted to trust her, but how. ‘Mommy, we need to get off this bridge and away from here,’ he says looking at his mother with tears welling up in his eyes. ‘My God honey, what’s wrong? Why are crying?’ Thinking she would think his imagination was running wild again, he says, ‘I’m scared the bridge won’t be here much longer.’ With that natural compassion mothers seem to have she says, ‘Oh sweetie, nothing like that is going to happen, these things are like sold rocks.’ With that, all hell literally breaks loose. The ground,. None of that was what surprised me. It was that he had his shirt off and his shorts pushed down and was slowly stroking his hand up and down his erection, sticking at least eight inches straight up into the air.My first thought was I needed to close the door and back away, but I was like a deer in headlights and couldn't stop staring at him. Staring at his hand stroking the length of his penis, slowly up and down and over the head, all glistening with his precum.He was slowly gyrating his hips. ” Cait repeated once she was dressed. “So what do we do now?”“Like I said, they kind of ignore me. If they didn’t bring me food I’d swear they forgot I was here.”“Maybe they’re planning to ransom you.” Cait suggested.“My family isn’t rich. I told them that. I was deadheading to the colonies to find work.”“As what?”“Whatever I could find.” Max shrugged.“You didn’t have a specific plan?”“Where there’s miners there’s bars, and bars need waitstaff. Worst case scenario there’s stripping, or.