The Count let go ofLarry. Larry opened up with a series of trip hammer like jabs to theface and body blows. The Count reeled back. The Count tried aga...in toslam Larry. Larry blocked the Count and pulled him forward. As theCount fell, Larry rabbit punched the Count eight times. The Count wentdown. He tried to rise and Larry gave the Count a powerful right to thejaw. The Count went out for the count. On Larry's ring finger was aring with the initial of his surname on it. It was imprinted on. ... I seem to sensationalize them in my head. How exciting it was, how it felt and everytime I replay it ,.it gets more erotic. Case in point on my first time with Mike. If you don't recall, Mike was in his late 30's when we met my freshman year of college. He was just a little taller than me, he had a slender build, thick moustache, and had the best 8" cut cock I ever had in my ass. We met in my tiny one bedroom apartment late on evening after chatting online for only an hour. He drove 30. ”“Charles Morrison,” I said. “First Officer, ATA.”“Why, yes!”“My grandfather,” I said. “Maternal grandfather, that is.”“Ah. Yes. Strong genes they must be, to pull you into the air and look so much like him.” She looked away, pulled a handkerchief from her sleeve and blew her nose noisily. “This mist will persist until dark. Will you stay overnight? I have some petrol if you need it.”“Thank you,” I thought, and went on, “That would be good, as long as I’m not putting you out. Of course I’ve. Good riddance. The Hendersons were nosey and their voices dripped with insincere concern that didn't disguise their judgment of him. The moving truck was being unloaded by some guys in uniforms. A stylish black leather sofa. A large wooden dresser with an attached mirror. Modern glass tables with wrought iron frames. A large wooden four poster bed- that took some effort. Boxes, lots of boxes, and he could just barely see writing on them from the attic window where he peered out through wooden.