" Yes," I said, smiling. "I see what you mean. You have been more fortunate than many of your countrymen." There are many who would have paid you thou...sands of dollars for such treatment," she said."Well, I'm not in the business for profit," I said, laughing. "Your -- circumstances -- were unique." If you had been someone else," Margarita said, "I would have just been a naked girl on a bed, to be fucked."I was shocked at her choice of words -- even if she had spoken it in Spanish. It was the. I told her that as long as we were friends I would be there to help. That night we went out for dinner to Olive Garden. It felt like a family dinner Christine, the kids and me used to have. It was great. Afterwards we went out for ice cream and to a movie. We arrived back to Bibis house a little after ten. She had me sit on the couch while she made sure Heather brushed her teeth and cleaned up before bed. As I sat thee I thought how nice all this was. I felt like I was actually part of this. I gave them space and was working on my calf muscles while they talked about working out and made general conversation. Then John came up to me and said he was going to get coffee with my mom and to finish working out . He gave me the keys to his Tahoe and said take it to his place and get my car later. I worked out and spent time in the sauna and instantly got hard thinking about thw two of them together and beat off. I sat there after I came and relaxed theb tok a shower and got dressed. No, he’ll never be able to fall in love or have sex...”“Shame...” she said with sadness.“Not like he isn’t physically able, I assume.” I added. I told Marsha about my son’s erection before and during the bath. “But mentally, I don’t think he’ll ever be there.”“Wish there was something we could do to fix all this. CLS sucks.”It got me thinking about Michael and sexuality and what he might be feeling. Was he like other boys his age? Thinking sexual thoughts? Frustrated by not finding release?.