I came quite quickly on purpose; doubling over and spitting my sperm onto the rim of the toilet, as you would do with bleach.As soon as my cock began ...to soften up I started pissing square in the centre of the bowl, then put my cock back in my shorts, cleaned the spunk off the rim with a piece of toilet paper, flushed the toilet and went back in my room to see that I had a text from Matt, asking when I was coming over.It was a Saturday, so it wasn’t exactly early then; I told him I’d be there. He wasn’t completely naked.Again her mind was assailed by doubt. Men didn’t do this. They didn’t act this way. He hadn’t raped her. She didn’t know how she knew that, but she did. They had not had sex. How could this be? Her mother had been so forceful in explaining that men couldn’t control their urges, that the beast in them could not be tamed. That’s why it was so important never to get into a situation like she had gotten in last night.Except that there had been nothing about Bob that was. I had been living in an inexpensive apartment up to that point and saving like crazy. With a bit of help from my dad, however, I was able to afford the deposit required and enter the house market. It was a modest suburb, but I didn’t mind. The relief of finally being a house owner was all that I cared about.On the day I moved in I met my neighbours to my left. Harold and Clair were the two biggest nerds I had ever met and I could not help thinking that they had been very lucky finding one. There was not even a group of earnest young warriors clustered around to soak up his spirit and hear his wisdom. This man seemed no different than hundreds of others in Iberica yet Grandpa had been told of his heroism dozens of times. This was indeed a strange place. Secoweya and her grandparents stood a way off, uncertain of their next step. Protocol had to be observed, yet Grandpa had no clue what that protocol was."Hoy!" 'Napoleon's wife' called out. "You'll bake in this heat standing there..