‘You know, I haven’t really given a lot of thought to what I want to do with my future. I know that at twenty-one, I should have figured out where... I’m going and all that, but I have been content with my life as it is. I have a job that I like, I have my own home, sometimes, I like to visit the theater. I guess I’m not the type of person that needs a lot of stimulation. I guess growing up with my aunt, I never thought to much of my future. I think if my Aunt would have lived, she probably would. "This article was about how this Texas plastic surgeon created the super-sized boobs of porn starts like Stacee Smokestacks, Belinda Blimps, Bad Sneekas..." Wait. Who was that last one?" I interrupted. "Bad who?" I know. Isn't that great?" she laughed. "You'd think she'd give a little more thought to her porn name. I know I have," Mickey said."You have?" I asked, surprised."Yep. Michaela Sierras," she declared."Not bad," I admitted."I'd need a good name. Their boobs put mine to shame," she said. When I returned to the sales dept all of the guys wanted to know about my passenger. I didn't give them any details. I did jerk off to the thought of her that night.Two weeks later I was asked if I wanted to join a few of my co-workers for poker night. I shyed away having heard stories of how out of control their poker games can get. I figured they were just looking for another fish.Well they finally talked me into it. The game was in an upscale neighborhood that I have been to many times. Needless to say, I stopped bouncing on his dick.“Why’d you stop?” he asked, frustrated.“Stephen, I don’t know about this. Are you sure that’s how you feel? I mean…I don’t want you to say something you’ll regret.”“I am sure. And I don’t expect you to feel the same, or say it back or anything like that. I just figured you should know.”“Stephen,” I started. I felt stupid and vulnerable, but I took a deep breath and said it anyway. “I love you, too.”“Good,” he replied. “And why wouldn’t you? I’m.