And yeah, it hurt a little, but after he was in me, the feeling, geez, the feeling... it felt like I'd died and been born again. Like I was filled wit...h this incredible power. Like I'd done this thing that I was so afraid of, and I didn't need to be afraid of nothing ever again. Nothing... "From "Societal Implications of Urban Homosexual Subculture," by Ellsworth K. Simons, Ph.D.:The need for companionship and acceptance are the driving forces in the emotional life of the gay man in a stable. But then there were the towers, or spirals, he wasn't sure how to describe them from all that distance. They seemed to be tall towers with double spires that seemed to form a roughly crescent shape, their base lost behind the thick foliage of the ever-present trees.There seemed to be dozens of these huge constructs in regular intervals, as if an architect blessed with godly sight had deemed to place them all over the landscape which in itself was another peculiarity: as far as the eye could see. He looked over to Telea as he rhythmically pumped his dick in and out of Laurel’s mouth. “Are you okay with this?” he asked her.She looked like a deer in the headlights. He was very clearly raping Laurel - but he had been nice to Telea so far. And Laurel had never been very nice to Telea on the ship - or to anyone, for that matter. And he had seen Telea cast a few resentful looks at the naked bitch sleeping on the beach while Telea had been sweating in manual labour.“She needs to contribute,”. No, she wasn’t mean or weird, but more, well, more sensual when she spoke to me. I soon learned the answer to my unspoken question. ‘That call… It was Grandpa calling to see if I was okay,’ she said in a very soft voice. When there was a longer than normal pause from her, I glanced over. She was looking at me, which was fine by me, but she had a different ‘look’ about her. Almost like a sadness one might feel when an undesired departure is drawing near, but yet, her eyes were sparkling.