I didn’t have any friends. I had hi-and-bye friends, but nobody that I really could consider a best friend. I was a loner. I was a nerd. I spent... my days chatting online to people I didn’t know. It was ok, but it got boring after so long. My brothers were having a huge party at our house the day that the voices in my head started my self-domination. I was locked in my room angry at the confinement as the noise pushed through the walls all around. I looked out my window to the back yard. Walt’s wife had died about a year and a half ago and he was rapidly approaching sixty all alone. So the number of social visits to the bar had begun to increase just to keep tabs on his favorite barkeep. ‘Hey, Old Man.’ Peter poured a pint of Walt’s favorite beer and placed it at his usual barstool. ‘How’s life?’ ‘For an old man, life is good. You get to sit in the park and look at the pretty ladies without getting arrested, discounts for all your favorite vices, and enough stories to drive an. He was a portfolio manager for a hedge fund and made more money than Catherine could ever hope to spend on updated kitchens or remodeled bathrooms. Security comes with a price I thought."Maybe I could help you." I looked directly into her blue-green eyes. She had mouth that reminded me of Nicole k**man. She didn't turn away. "I don't understand." I want to take you to my bedroom, strip you, and make you climax like you have never climaxed before." There was no taking it back. We either walked. She tentatively started pressing her vagina against the tile. She felt as though her clitoris was popping out like a little penis as she firmly slid her vagina back and forth against the tile. She imagined Mr. Driscoll opening the door to the bathroom and she shuddered and came on the floor. After the spasms died down, she lay still for a while, forgetting everything except for how beautiful she felt. Getting up from the floor, she felt the wetness forming strands that streched and she.