Sorry!" I found that, while I had been understandably preoccupied, my second hand had joined the first. I hated my hands. My hands were devious asshol...es who were going to get me into deep, deep shit. Each one was now massaging one of her little mounds."Why? I'm not sorry. That feels really good." Oh, God." Just relax, I'm only curious. I can't talk to anyone about this stuff and it's not like we're hurting anyone. Just tell me what boys like. I might not have the right kind of body to please a. "On the way to the bed and breakfast, Candace eyed Fred sympathetically. "Put you through the wringer, did they?" Yeah," Fred grunted. "Louise had some built up -- that's for sure! Luis was worse, though..." Can you work with him? You're gonna need a team for this..."Fred shook his head. "Dunno. Rico, no problem. Luis, though -- I don't know if I can stand givin' blowjobs every day during breaks..." What if Louise says that's the way she wants it, Hon?" Candace asked, cocking her head to eye. He practically slaps through and into the soundhole as he plays Sam Cooke’s rendition of Summertime. I love it. Moving on, I’m watching the sky as the sun begins its final descent and I’m damn near skipping. If I get nothing else out of Nashville, I produced a lone song that, as far as I’m concerned, is absolutely spectacular. My stomach mentions food. Huh. Looking around, I spot a place called Demos’. I chuckle at the serendipity of the name, and walk over to investigate. Peaking in the. When I toldher of Beth and my "hobby" she said she had known for years however shefelt she could not support me in this. I felt crushed, I guess I hadhoped she would welcome with open arms however deep in my heart I guessI knew she wouldn't, damned conservative Catholic she was! I left earlythat weekend and headed home resolved to what had been at best astrained relationship was going to go grow more distant.It was a couple of weeks after that I was home one evening when thephone rang, it was.