Date: Sat, 24 Sep 2022 02:09:00 +0000
From: Lizard69 <69lizard69@pm.me>
Subject: Escape

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Escape
(Mm)
Lizard69


	On her way down the hall with a laundry basket, Lisa stopped to rap
on Mikes bedroom door.  A year ago she would have stuck her head in.  If he
was still in his room with the door closed this late on a Saturday morning
that probably wouldn't be a good idea.

	"Got any laundry that didn't make it to the hamper?"

	"Nah, I already ran a load through."

	She was ten feet down the hall before it hit her.
What... The... Fuck...?  To hell with his privacy.  She went back and
opened the door.  It wasn't exactly frightening.  There was more floor
visible than usual.  More clothes were hanging on the bar in his open
closet and the pile of stuff below them didn't seem as deep.

	"You did what?!"

	"I ran a load of laundry through.  It's not rocket science.  I also
picked up some of my shit, threw out some trash, and I'm just about caught
up on the crap I need to get the school off my back.  After all the time
you spent riding me for not cleaning up after myself, you might want to
stop and think for a minute before you give me any crap about it."

	"Uh...  Yeah...  Ok..."

	Lisa backed out and went muttering down the hall.  Mike didn't have
to pick up his phone.  He already had it on speaker.

	"Did you catch that?  I wish I snapped a pic."

	"Shit kid, she must have looked like she was slapped with a
mackerel.  When are you going to send some more dick pics?"

	"Come on Rick!  Summer vacation starts in a couple weeks.  You can
wait that long.  I don't have a choice.  If I tried to leave it alone `til
then I might go three days before waking up with a sticky mess in my
shorts."

	"Yeah, well, it might be a little longer than that.  I've got a
company that booked a couple of flip flops between two of their plants,
neither one is anywhere near you."

	"Shit!  A neighbor is letting me sell off some of my little kid
shit at her weekend yard sales.  If I spend it all on a bus ticket I won't
have pocket money."

	"Truckers will back other truckers.  Not like they're members of
the same gang or tribe but they're quicker to step up for each other than
most roadies.  Unless you drive team with somebody you don't really get to
know them.  If you want I can ask around and see if anybody I've met will
give you a lift."

	So that's how I ended up back at the local truck stop two days
after classes ended.  Mom pretended to be pissed but still gave me a lift.
I guess she didn't want me hitching a ride with some ax murderer to get to
an ass bandit.  I grabbed my gym bag when I spotted the yellow Kenworth and
she drove away before I was even in the truck stop.  Waiting at the
entrance to the pro driver side of the restaurant for a few minutes let the
guy I was looking for spot me and wave me in.  I'd swapped selfies with
Arty and truckers weren't much into photoshop so we didn't have any trouble
recognizing each other.  Soon enough we were up and rolling.  Arty wasn't
much different from Rick, a little older and fatter.  Think of some guy who
hit his personal best as a second string high school football player, only
twenty years later.

	"Uh, Mike?  I don't know if this is a problem for you.  The load I
have isn't going to take you all the way to where you need to be.  I might
be able to book the next one to get you closer, if..."

	"If what?"

	Arty unlocked his phone and showed me the screen.  If the pic left
me with a sinking sensation it was more from my own stupidity than anything
else.  It didn't take long to get out my own phone and give Rick a call.

	"Hey Rick?  How well do you know this Arty guy?"

	"We drove team for a while, so in some ways better than my wife,
but that was over ten years ago, before I saved up a down payment for my
own rig.  Why does it matter?"

	"He isn't exactly doing the `gas, grass, or ass', thing."

	"Uh-huh, the rig runs on diesel and flunking a drug test would put
him out of business.  That doesn't leave much.  Thing is, if you're on
schedule, you haven't been rolling much more than a hour."

	"Less...  Uh, it's kind of my fault.  When we traded pics I sent
the wrong selfie.  I thought it was new but he got the last one I sent
you."

	"...Ohhh Kay.  It might have been better if you hadn't said that."

	"Yeah well, it's not like he didn't already want to fuck me."

	"A pic of you fingering your ass while you jerk off isn't the
problem.  If there's a problem, it's from him knowing you sent it to me."

	"Oh shit."

	"Uh-huh.  I'm not going to tell you to fuck him.  I'll deal with
whatever heat I take if you decide to say no.  There's not likely to be
any.  Just sayin', he might be a little more concerned about keeping your
secrets if you're holding some of his."

	"I'll think about it. We still good to meet up in a couple days if
I can get there?"

	"Yeah.  Call me if there's any problem."

	"Ok. Bye."

	I ended the call and saw that Arty was looking my way as much as
the traffic allowed.

	"Well?"

	"You heard me.  I'll think about it.  We're two days out from where
I need to be.  Where do you drop this load?"

	"About three hundred miles down the road, a couple hours before I
run out the clock.  If I'm not picky about what it pays or where it's going
I can book the next load in less than a hour.  I'll deadhead for a stretch
if the load is worth it or going somewhere I want to be.  Before you even
ask, there isn't anything you can do for me that would cover running empty
all the way to where you want me to drop you."

	"Uh-huh.  If it comes down to it, you aren't the only game in town
and neither am I.  If we can't work something out we go our separate ways,
no harm, no foul.  Deal?"

	"That's fair."

	"Uh, one other thing.  I don't turn tricks but the ride alone isn't
really worth the trade.  If you pick up the tab for chow and a shower at
the end of the day I'll be a lot more interested in making sure you fall
asleep with a smile on your face."

	"So you made up your mind?"

	"I'll let you know when you're ready to book a load."

	I wasn't just stalling for time.  I really had some thinking to do.
Arty was noticeably older than Rick and fatter as well.  For a hot girl it
would be the difference between hell no and getting out the pepper spray.
But I'm not a girl, this isn't a date, not even a lot lizard "date" where
she catches a load for the money attached.  It was late the second day when
Rick rolled into the truck stop where Arty dropped me off.

	"Hey kid!  Looks like you got away from home ok."

	"It was close.  Mom will probably be dating a creep at the end of
the summer.  I'd bet my lunch money it won't be the same creep."

	"From what you've told me she seems to have a talent for picking
them.  At least this time you don't look like you just got mugged."

	"Yeah, not mugged, definitely not mugged."

	Rick looked up from the log book he was filling in while we waited
for our food.  I wasn't noticeably rumpled or grubby, unless you were
really looking for signs of it.  Now he was looking, and it was as if he'd
already seen the video I'd taken while Arty was having me.  Not so long ago
I'd have been rushing for a restroom stall to have some place to blush in
private.  Now?  If I'd been rushing for that stall it would have been for a
different purpose.  Fortunately the food showed up before either of us
could say anything that would raise an eyebrow if we were overheard.  I
guess I was eating a little fast.

	"Slow down!  We don't roll until morning.  You don't have to be
back in school for a couple months."

	"Maybe next time we can do desert first?"

	"Maybe.  For now it's kind of interesting being pulled between two
different sorts of hungry."

	Somehow I managed not to break into a run on our way to his rig and
got my clothes off without tearing anything.  I had to let the BJ go with a
"lick and a promise", Rick was so close that my breath on his dick was
almost enough to get him off, a literal blow job.  My ass hole barely had
time to take him to the hilt before I felt him toss his load deep inside.
We were spooning on the bunk, my ass hole like a living cock ring, keeping
him from going completely soft.  One hand gave me a reach around, casually
fondling me to another erection, while the other propped him up to look
over my shoulder at the phone in my hands.

	"Christ!  That is so fuckin' hot!"

	"Really?  All you can see is waist up."

	"Hell yeah!  I can download tons of dick vids.  Watching your face
while he does you is the next best thing to being there."

	"That's what I mean.  You can't really see that he's doing it."

	"Ok.  Technically I can't actually see his dick sliding into you.
If you can tell me with a straight face that *isn't* a video of you being
fucked, I might start to believe you're that good at acting."

	That was the point where Arty shifted positions, taking me down on
my hands and knees in the tiny floor space of his sleeper.  Instead of
holding the phone like I was, with my hands braced against the back wall, I
propped it at an angle where the wall met the floor.  Rick still couldn't
see Arty's dick and there wasn't enough room to get my face in the frame,
he had a clear view of me from knees to nipples, taking it doggie.  That
and Arty giving me a reach around until his strokes shortened and finally
stopped completely.

	"Is that a trucker thing?  Getting me to fuck your fist with your
cock up my ass?"

	"More like a pervert thing.  Why do you ask?"

	"So far I've only been with two guys, both truckers and they both
wanted it.  Hell, the first time you had me fuck my own fist."

	"Yeah, well, that was mostly to get you involved.  It's a lot
easier for a girl to tell.  Like, the whole thing can be her idea and if
anybody finds out she can still hang the blame on the creep who fucked her.
A boy can pretty much count on getting part of the blame no matter how hard
he got his arm twisted.  If you get a load off while we're doing it, you
probably won't tell even if everyone who matters already thinks you're
queer.  You sure as hell aren't going to sign up for explaining to
everybody who knows you that you aren't really like that.  I mean, just
because they don't call BS doesn't mean they believe you."

	The timing could have been better.  I could feel Rick's hardon
coming back when the phone rang.  I suppose it could also have been a whole
lot worse.

	"Uh, hi mom.  Yeah, I got to where Rick was stopped for the night."

	Pausing the vid, I passed him the phone.

	"Yeah?...  We'll have to wait and see.  I've got a couple more
loads on a local loop before I start booking long haul again...  Expenses?
Don't worry about it.  The overhead of keeping this rig rolling is high
enough his lunch will get lost in the shuffle...  Really, I'd feel guilty
taking your money...  Ok, I'll tell him, bye."

	Rick handed me the phone.

	"She knows."

	"Mom asked you to tell me that?!"

	"No, she asked me to tell you to check in when we park for the
night.  No problem, if anything happens and the cops knock on her door it
will look better if she at least has some idea of what state you were in
last."

	"So what do you mean she knows?"

	"Not the details.  She has no idea that I was in you to the hilt
while talking to her, or that I'm stiff enough you can start moving a
little if you want.  She knows damn well that nobody rides for free.
That's why she offered to send me grocery money.  When I turned her down
she knew you're paying your own way, cash or trade."

	"Trade, definitely trade."

	I could have got him off quicker but the first one was enough to
take the edge off.  Now we had plenty of lube and all the time we could
want.  It still felt wrong, getting man fucked, but it was a familiar sort
of wrong.  Was it really only a couple months since that first time?

	"It feels different."

	"Different how?"

	"That first run I was with you for ten days.  I didn't count how
many times but you spent most of the day driving.  I was here any time you
wanted but we weren't fuckin' like bunnies all night long."

	"Yeah, you didn't exactly cringe whenever I wanted another go but
it wasn't a honeymoon.

	"So ok, I kind of got used to it.  You had me so many times before
you dropped me at home, we were fucking.  Like... having sex, not just me
lying there being a hole.  Enough that... well, when I was jacking off I
wasn't always thinking about a girl.  I still want to have normal sex
but..."

	"...Until then this is better than solo?  I hope it isn't too much
of a let down when the time comes.  In some ways this is better than
women."

	"I'll let you know after I have a chance to compare.  Maybe that's
part of it, you're not the only guy I've been with anymore.  You said you
used to drive team with Arty.  Did you two ever...?"

	"Nah, I can put up with a lot of crap to avoid finding an new job,
or a new place to live, or a new partner to fuck.  I can even stack two out
of the three, like having a live in girlfriend or dating somebody I work
with.  Put all three together and a problem with any part of it spills over
onto everything else."

	Rick picked that time to quit stroking, it was my turn to do the
work.  He let out a low chuckle as I moved his free hand to cover my mouth.

	"Like that, huh?"

	Moving my hips, fucking his fist, was the main event but not even
close to the whole thing.  I'm light enough I wasn't going to rock the
sleeper no matter how hard I was thrashing around.  There were enough other
rigs idling in the yard that somebody standing right outside wasn't going
to hear me.  Having Rick cover my mouth was so *I* didn't have to worry
about the sounds I was making.  I found out I could still blush when I
realized that sooner or later I'd record this.  I had a pretty good idea
how it would look to somebody walking in on us.  I was curious though, if I
could watch the vid myself and tell just by looking if I was trying to get
away, or to get it done.  I must have clenched when I came.  I felt him let
go in my ass right after.

	"You've been practicing, you weren't back home long enough for me
to forget you being this good."

	I guess we managed to take the edge off.  We were rolling for a
couple hours the next morning before the talk got around to sex.

	"It doesn't look like you're going to bring it up yourself, so I
guess I gotta ask.  Why the panic rush to get back on the road?  I thought
your mom dumped the asshole who slapped you around."

	"Yeah, but like you said, she seems to have a real talent for
picking them.  I seem to be better at screwing up in ways that make me look
like I'm asking for it."

	"This is starting to get interesting."

	"Yesterday, you said mom knows, then later we did that thing where
you clamp a hand over my mouth so the whole world doesn't know I'm taking a
load.  Well, last week I heard mom and the current asshole taking off
before I got up.  More like before I got out of bed.  I was about as `up'
as I ever get and decided to start the day by doing something about it."

	"Let me guess, it turns out only one of them left."

	"Uh-huh.  So I have three fingers stretching my hole, the other
hand getting fuckin' brutal with a hardon that's flingin' strands of
pre-cum in all directions, and a knotted sock in my mouth to keep the whole
neighborhood from wondering.  On top of that, I'm not just laying there.
I'm stretching, bending and rolling around like I'm getting tag teamed by a
couple of horny pervs trying to see how many ways they can make me take it
before I bust a nut.  All of a sudden he's standing in the doorway of my
room when things have gone way past the point of no return.  There's cock
snot flying everywhere, my chest, face, stomach.  It's in my hair,
splattering my thighs, flowing over my fist until it dribbled off my balls
and down my ass crack."

	"And he was just standing there?  Watching it all?"

	"I think he would have done a slow clap if he didn't have a cup of
coffee in one hand.  Instead he took a sip while unzipping his fly and
reaching in to pull out a hardon.  From the creepy smirk on his face I
think he was kind of proud that he was having a little trouble getting it
out one handed.  Before he could find a place to set the cup down we heard
mom coming back and he zipped up again.  As he turned away though, he gave
me a look that said clear as words we have some unfinished business."

	"So even if you try to avoid him, with school out and your mom
working it's only a matter of time before he gets you alone."

	"It went bad before it even got that far.  You're not, like, a
close friend.  I don't know how I'd feel about doing this stuff with a
friend.  Having you perving on me, knowing it's part of me being here with
you, is a little creepy.  It was worse with Arty, especially after I
started recording some of it.  I felt like a total slut letting you watch
the video.  If I didn't know how much you like watching the clip you made
of my first time, and the dick pics I've sent you, I wouldn't have made the
new clips."

	"I'm glad you did."

	"Yeah, well, the thing is, it's not too weird knowing you did it
with me and that we're going to do it again.  Having you know I did it with
Arty and him knowing you do it with me is kind of perverted but sort of
like we're on the same team or members of some special club.  Mom doesn't
know the details but she knows whatever you did wasn't enough of a problem
to keep me from taking off with you again."

	"Sounds like the only real problem is the creep she's dating now."

	"Uh-huh.  I don't know if he told her about catching me jerking it.
He acts like he can fuck me any time he wants to, or at least like what I
want doesn't matter.  I'm pretty sure that if he tried something when she
was around and I pitched a fit she'd tell him to walk.  If she didn't know
about it until afterwards, she might still throw him out but I'm not sure
if she would be more pissed off at him or me."

	"I wish I could tell you the world isn't that fucked up."

	"The worst part would be having her think that him doing it and you
doing it are the same thing.  That creep's gonna rape me if he can.
There's no way on earth I'll let him do it if I have a choice.  That
doesn't mean I'll get the crap beat out of me just to prove it wasn't my
idea."

	"If you're scared to say no, saying yes doesn't mean anything."

	"Yeah.  Being with you is exactly the opposite.  Like, try not to
make a big thing out of this, ok?  There isn't any way you can rape me.  I
don't have to try very hard to imagine things I wouldn't want to do with
you.  I can't imagine telling you not to do something if I know that you
really want it, any more than I can imagine wanting to do it with that
creep she's dating."

	Things got quiet for a while.  It wasn't like saying something
stupid at a party and having everybody shut up to stare at the idiot.  More
like mentally kicking myself for giving Rick too much information.  We both
needed time to fit it into what we already knew about each other.  Later,
the chow, shower, settle in for the night routine had me back at the rig
while Rick was still in line at the check out.  I had time to change.

	"Damn!  That's still the best money I ever spent."

	"What is it called again?"

	"The label said it was a tank dress, like a tank top long enough
she doesn't need a skirt.  It also said it was for a girl a couple years
younger than you.  On a kid that size it would be a loose fit hanging
almost to her knees.  It's got enough stretch to fit you but looks like a
wife beater just long enough to hide your junk."

	"Aren't wife beaters usually white?"

	"And sweat stained, and riding up to show a hairy beer gut.  The
black does a better job of covering you even when it's stretched too thin
to hide much."

	"It's weird.  I don't have a problem with getting bare to shower at
the pool or the gym.  Taking my clothes off for a pervert was really
embarrassing at first.  I'm still not exactly comfortable with it.  Having
something to wear just for sex, or to get men thinking about sex, is
something girls do.  I'm not a girl, never wanted to be a girl, not even
when you're fucking me.  It's way past weird, like totally perverted."

	"But it's kind of fun though, for me anyway."

	"For me it's... different.  Like, does it bother you that I did it
with Arty?"

	"No, should it?"

	"I wouldn't expect it to.  When I ride with you the sex is just a
way to make it worth having me around.  If I do it with somebody else
you're not losing anything you would have had.  If I'm riding with you I'm
here, if I'm not, I'm not."

	"Yeah, the last thing I need in public is a young boy acting like a
freshly fucked schoolgirl who thinks she's in love."

	"Oh great, another mental image I could live without.  Did you see
that guy in the restaurant?  Two tables over between us and the door?"

	"I more or less saw everybody in there.  I don't remember thinking
any of them needed special attention."

	"It wasn't anything creepy.  Now that school is out I'm not the
only kid doing a ride along but there still isn't a lot of us.  He was
checking out all the kids but not wasting a lot of time on the ones that
were obviously riding with family.  At first I thought he was being a self
appointed sheepdog, looking out for all the innocent little lambs."

	"At first?"

	"I just happened to be looking in the right direction when he
reached under the table and shifted his hardon to a more comfortable
position.  I started trying to imagine his reaction if he knew about us.  I
guess he got a cheap thrill when I passed his table on the way out packing
some noticeable wood."

	"Then as soon as you got back to the rig you put on the one thing
you own that is absolutely certain to get me thinking about fucking you."

	"Perverted, huh?"

	"Yeah, but I'm lovin' it."

	Rick reached over to trace the outline of my cock through the
stretched fabric.

	"Looks like you're you're lovin' it too.  I bet you'd like having
him see you dressed this way.  It covers everything important but doesn't
hide much.  Anyone can tell you aren't wearing anything under it.  And it
doesn't take much imagination to picture what you look like wearing nothing
at all."

	"Uh-huh, if the kids at school found out about it, any of it, I'd
effin' die.  At the same time, some of my hottest daydreams include getting
turned out by some girl I really want to be with."

	"Turned out?  How exactly?"

	"Like, I imagine this cute, shy, girl in a book discussion group
wants to date me but her creepy step-dad won't let her go out with anybody
unless he fucks them first."

	"Wow, that's hot.  You said `some of', you got others?"

	"Yeah, in one a member of the cheer squad invites me to this end of
season party the football team has.  It's supposed to be a big secret but
everybody knows they set up a keg and get completely blasted after the
final game when getting kicked off the team is no longer a threat.  It's
kind of weird to get the invitation from the only guy on the cheer squad.
After I get there I find out there's sort of a party inside the party that
really is secret, for the players that aren't interested in fucking the
female members of the squad."

	"Letting `em line up and take turns makes a pretty kinky fantasy.
Some girls even get off on doing it in real life.  It doesn't work so good
for guys.  Hell, just one guy getting a little carried away could land you
in the emergency room, with a cop asking questions while the docs try to
bring your hole back to something like normal."

	"So we get to play pretend instead.  Like I'm not the innocent kid
anymore that I was when I started riding with you.  I'm not queer either.
I let horny men fuck me as a way for us to help each other out.  What none
of them know, none but you now, is that sometimes I'm not really letting
them do it.  Sometimes I'm a perverted little slut who gets so horny I
couldn't say no if my life depended on it.  If I can't say no I guess it's
some weird kind of rape but if the only thing making me do it is inside my
own head...  Am I the rapist or the victim?"

	"And I suppose you're getting just about that horny, just about
now?"

	"Ya think?  The problem is that I still can't ask a man to fuck me.
You're going to do it.  You know that I need it, the way a druggie needs
his dope.  When we do it I'm going to cum so hard I might pass out.  But
not asking for it is the last tiny thing I can hide behind and keep telling
myself I'm not queer."

	"With the hormone soaked sponge most adolescent boys have to use
for a brain that almost makes sense.  My problem is that having a cute teen
who won't say no sharing my rack is more hot than creepy.  If you *can't*
say no it starts getting more creepy than hot.  Got any ideas on what we
can do about that?"

	"You'll think I'm a pervert."

	"Uh, I've got a news flash..."

	"Ok, let's pretend that the guy in the restaurant who was giving me
the eye somehow got his hands on the video of me and Arty.  He's not some
kind of evil prick who would use it to blackmail me, but he isn't going to
give it back unless he's sure nobody else is using it for that purpose.  He
needs to see another video of me with somebody else.  I can't just be
laying there.  It has to be actual homo intercourse and there has to be a
make out session leading into it.  Not like it was all my idea but enough
that a normal person watching it would think I'm completely on board with
where things are going."

	"Oh yeah, we can sure as hell do that!"

	"One other thing, he's on a different clock.  We've got a couple
hours for sure.  Any time after that he might slap the side of the sleeper
and want to see the clip.  If I can't show it to him the video of me and
Arty leaves with him."

	"Then I guess we should quit screwing around and start screwing
around."

	Rick started recording and propped his phone in the same storage
pocket he used the first time.  Now though, I knew it was there, and we
were pretending that the video was for somebody else to view.  It wasn't
exactly like having some horny perv sitting there watching us, or doing it
where strangers could gather around, more like a weird blend that was just
a little bit of both.

	"Stretch out on the bunk.  It's easier to prove I'm not being
forced if you let me get on top.  You told me once that you wouldn't kiss a
lot lizard if she won the lottery.  The one you were talking about was
pretty scabby."

	"Even if she looked like a model, the girls turning tricks
generally don't do that.  Maybe it's like that thing you have about not
asking for it.  Maybe it's easier for them to do it for money if there's at
least one thing they hold back for their boyfriend."

	"So, it's time for me to learn how to suck face.  You have no idea
how weird it feels to say that to a guy who can cum in my mouth any time he
wants."

	It was a little awkward at first but deep kissing isn't exactly
rocket science.  Most kids figure it out on their own with no special
instruction before they're too far into their teens.  Rick was doing some
casual groping but more or less staying with the role play, letting me
drive.  Slipping the straps off my shoulders and pulling the hem up to bare
my ass took things to the next level without having to come right out and
ask for it.

	"You can ditch the tee shirt whenever you get tired of playing with
my nipples.  Keep the sweatpants on for now.  There's a pre-cum wet spot on
the front of my tank but I'm not quite ready to grind bare cock yet."

	By the time we got that far I had more interesting plans.  We were
close enough to the same height for sixty-nine even if I was toothpick thin
compared to Rick.  When I flipped around to give his hardon some lip lovin'
he started to return the favor.

	"Man, that feels great but it's one hell of a distraction.  It will
work better for me if you start loosening up my hole so that by the time
you're ready to throw your load I'm set to catch."

	I guess I could have been a little more specific.  Instead of the
cold blob of lube I was expecting, the tip of a hot, wet, tongue invaded my
pucker.  There was no way in hell I was going to ask him to stop but with
my whole world focused on what he was doing to my ass, his cock was getting
neglected.  When he switched to lube on a finger I made up for lost time.
When two fingers were sliding in easy, I straddled him, setting the head of
his dick against my ring and making eye contact.  Kneading his chest hair
like a cat I started rocking.  By the time the head was inside I already
had a rhythm going.

	"Ok, I still didn't come right out and ask for it.  I doubt like
hell anybody watching this would believe for one second I don't want
everything I'm getting.  Just to make it official, I want this.  I want you
to have sex with me.  I'm not a girl.  I know exactly how good it feels for
you, playing with my naked body, ramming your cock deep inside me.  Giving
you that kind of pleasure is so exciting I can almost cum without stroking
but I'm going to anyway because that feels so much better and I want you to
watch.  But that's for when you're catching your breath after you let go.
Right now I want you to drill me like a queer slut."

	Well, they guy from the restaurant has no idea that any video of me
actually exists.  As I was drifting off to sleep I was a little surprised
that the thought of someday letting somebody see it was kind of exciting.
It was going to be an interesting summer.

The End
(for now)