Date: Sat, 30 Aug 2003 01:32:27 +0000 From: Guy Jameson Subject: The Sons of JJ Jameson Chapter 5 Thanks go to those of you who have read the first three parts of this story and have responded to what they've read. I am open to receive constructive criticism as well as compliments. So if you have questions about the story or see areas for improvement, feel free to respond. DISCLAIMER: I've enjoyed writing what you've read so far. But these feeble writings are not for everyone. Some of you will find there's not enough sex; others will find the type of sex is not to their liking. A few people may even be offended by what comes later in the series. Remember that male2male sex covers a lot of ground. It takes some people longer than others to develop their sexual appetites. This is especially true about the people described in this continuing story. There may even be a few of you who are too young or live in an area where reading something that is even the slightest bit erotic is not legal. I will not share responsibility if reading these chapters gets you into trouble with members of your family or with the legal authorities. I live in Oklahoma so I can sympathize with you. This story belongs to me and as such is copyrighted according to the terms laid down by Nifty. This story is based on fact but not everything described actually happened to us or happened in the way it is disclosed here. Any similarity with persons living or not is purely coincidental. I hope you enjoy. I appreciate any comments you might have and invite your e-mails. guyjameson@hotmail.com THE SONS OF JJ JAMESON CHAPTER FIVE: WEST TEXAS MARINE INSTITUTE The next morning, I was able to get out of bed without help and started walking the short distance to the "head". "Hey, man. What do you think you're doing? You're not to get out of your bunk without help." "Just going to the bath . . . err, make a head call." "Man you are full of shit!" "No reason to get mad at me Raphe, I'm just going to . . ." "No man, I mean you're full of shit. Look at your belly, it's all swollen. When you get in there, sit for as long as it takes. You don't want one of Doc's suppositories. They'll kill ya man. And if that doesn't work, he'll order an enema . . . I get to give the enemas. Gives me a chance to play with straight white boys' asses. Some of them have played with my ass often enough." There was that easy laugh again. I was really getting to like this guy. "I think I can shit, Raphe, without all of that. But you can hold my pecker for me if you want while I pee." "Promises, Promises. I'd like that, JJ, but not yet. I'll save that for a time we can do it right." Raphe sniffed at the air. "When you get done in there, take a shower! Man, you are ripe. Then I'll get you some chow. Doc and I have already eaten. You don't want cold eggs. They're powdered and nothing is worse than cold powdered eggs. But the cooks don't use salt peter, anymore. They used to but Doc made them stop. He said it wasn't good for the boys . . . OK, JJ, Take a shit and if you need any help I'll be close by." I didn't need any help, but Raphe was close by as he said. I could hear him messing around in the ward-probably changing my bunk and looking to see whether I'd jacked off during the night. 'I haven't jacked off since Friday night,' I thought. 'Didn't feel like it. And that hasn't happened often. Maybe I won't be able to jack off ever again . . . Naw that won't happen! But at this rate, I'll have a wet dream. Now that would be a kick in the ass. Here I teach Victor to jack off, then the teacher has wet dreams. I need to take care of that problem real soon.' At home if I hadn't jacked off before I got out of bed, I'd jack off in the shower. But I knew that Raphe was just beyond the door and I wasn't sure I wanted to risk him walking in and catching me at it-even if he is gay as a goose. I finished my shower and walked into the ward with a towel wrapped around my waist. The shorts I had worn the day before weren't where I'd left them. But Raphe was, . . . reading a book. "You look a lot better, JJ. How ya feeling?" "I'm feeling pretty good, Raphe. But where are my clothes? I know I had a bag of clothes when I got here and I haven't seen them since. I'd sure like to get into something besides that pair of shorts you loaned me-that I don't even see anywhere around." "Oh, I'll bet your stuff is still in the visitor's room. I'll get your bag when I go for the chow. Right now, you need to sit down awhile until Doc says you're ready to be moving around by yourself. He'll get around to see you pretty soon. Now, how about some chow? I'll go get it and check on your bag of clothes." Raphe left the ward and I laid down on the bunk. Lying there naked felt good and my balls needed a scratch. I scratched. The closeness of my hand to my cock made that randy rooster begin to take notice. It deserved a few strokes before Doc would make his rounds. I pulled the skin down from the glans it hid. I'd washed myself pretty thoroughly but I scraped my dick head just a bit to see if I'd missed washing away any of the cheese. Unfortunately, I'd washed it all away. Well, I could get by without a snack. I stroked my cock, slowly, really enjoying the feel of my hand. But as I stroked, I began to think of Victor. His was the only other hand that had ever touched me this way. And he was so hot! I regretted us being interrupted that night. His hands were so soft on my cock. As inexperienced as he was, he took to jacking cock like a pro. I could hear him moaning as I stroked his cut cock. His cock felt so different from mine. There wasn't all that extra skin to help stimulate the nerves in the head of his cock. My hand was probably a poor substitute for what he'd lost. But he'd never know how much better it could have been. My nuts were beginning their climb to hug the base of my trunk. I was getting that feeling of impending release. Oh, God, I missed Vic and I wanted so much to shoot my spunk-preferably all over his hot hairless chest. I was getting so hot. It won't be long now-I'm reaching that point where I can't stop. The door opened; Doc Russell came into the ward. I jerked my hand away from my hard pole. He obviously saw what I was doing but went on as if walking in on a jacking boy was an everyday occurrence. "Well, JJ, how are you doing today?" "I'm feeling great, Doc," I said hesitantly while trying to hide my hard dick. There wasn't anything available to hide with, except my hand. "I'm still a little sore, but I can get around pretty good. I took a shit and a shower and am doing OK." "Glad to hear that. Now let us get a good look at you." Doc began to probe my abdomen. I wasn't used to having a man poke around on my body-for that matter; I'd never had anyone poke around on me. And Doc was a great looking man, in spite of his age. I'd guess he had to be at least in his late thirties. Doc was thumping and pushing on my stomach completely ignoring my dick that had rapidly lost its rigidity. His probing was more than my poor neglected dick could stand. It stood right back to attention until its weight forced it to lie hard and very visible across my mid- section. I tried to put my hands back over my exposed crotch-I couldn't let Doc see me get hard again. There's no telling what he would think about me. I could feel the flush enter my face and upper chest which, naturally, Doc noticed right away. Doc gently moved my hands to my sides out of the way of his examination. "Don't be embarrassed, JJ. That happens all the time. Just relax and let me finish my exam and you can take care of that problem." "Thanks Doc. I know its pretty natural for a boy to get hard at the most inconvenient times, but this whole experience has been too much for me. I feel confused and very much lost. I haven't the smallest idea what is about to happen to me, though you and Raphe have made me feel very welcome and comfortable." I don't know how I could lie on that bunk talking to this walking wet dream, cock hard and try to carry on a conversation. I guess I was getting to feel pretty natural around this place. I began to feel that I might begin to cry. These two guys-Doc and Raphe-were so accepting and I hardly knew them, while my own family-especially my own mother-had rejected me so completely. There was no way I could explain to myself what had happened or what was happening to me! A single tear formed and ran down my cheek. I quickly wiped it away. I couldn't let Doc think I was such a baby. "That's what we are here to do, son. Just remember that after you're released from sick bay, I'll always be available to talk to you. Whatever problems you might have because of the school or caused by how you ended up here, we can usually help you out." Doc continued his exam and pronounced me well enough to begin duty. He left the ward. My poor dick was still as hard as it could be and I began to pump at it just for the release. Visions of Victor, Matthew, Raphe and Doc Russell kept crossing over each other. It wasn't long before I lost my load-just as Raphe walked into the ward. ('Can't a guy have any privacy?') "Hey, man. If you had waited I could have helped you out there," he said laughing. "I think you would have enjoyed it a lot more." "Thanks, Raphe. I'll remember that for next time." "OK. Don't forget. Raphe is always here for you. Especially right now." Raphe stood beside my bunk, his eyes focused on the pool of boy cum puddled on my stomach and my splooge-covered hand resting across my chest. He put out a hand and tentatively ran two fingers through the mess on my stomach. He brought his fingers to his nose, sniffed, put his fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean. "MMMm, that's good. Man, you produce good milk. Tasty stuff." Before I could move or make any kind of protest, he leaned across me and with loud licking and sucking noises cleaned the cum from my stomach. Picking up my hand he cleaned each of my cum coated fingers. I had eaten plenty of my own cum, but had never tasted that of another boy. Nor had anyone even tried to eat mine. I was fascinated by what he did and just a little shocked. But not nearly as shocked as I was when took my still hard cock into his mouth and cleaned its head, running his tongue around the end of my cock and forcing it under my cock sleeve. My cock went immediately back to full hard. My breath caught in my throat as the new experience of having a mouth on my cock sent shock waves straight to my balls totally bypassing my brain. The closest to that feeling I'd ever had was when Vic's spit slicked hand had jacked me just a few days before. As good as that feeling had been, I decided I much preferred Raphe's mouth. Raphe finished what he was doing just as I was beginning to get into it. "There now. Clean as a whistle", he said as he looked me in the eyes and smiled his big toothy smile. "Next time I want to be in on the beginning of that exercise. It always tastes just a little better when it comes straight from the source. Just remember that it's not necessary to clean out from under the skin quite so thoroughly. I love eating an uncut guy's cheese . . . Now get off your ass so I can get you checked into this super hotel." I dressed quickly, feeling a little embarrassed about what Raphe had just done to me. But I was pretty sure it wasn't anything he hadn't seen and done many times before. Raphe took me to the administration office to finish the paper work of enrolling in WMTI. He then took me to the Quartermaster for my uniform and showed me the quarters I would be using. I changed into my uniform, packed up my civilian clothes and prepared them for storage. I wouldn't be needing them for awhile because the school would provide all the clothes I would be allowed to wear-at least until I was older. Raphe explained that even when we were allowed to go into town, which wouldn't be often until I was a senior, I would wear the Institute uniform. "What's the point of putting these clothes into storage, then? They'll not fit me in four years." "Just in case you go home sooner, I guess," was his response. All of the cadets were in class at that point, either taking final exams or taking review classes. Since I was enrolled on a trial basis for the summer only, I wouldn't be going to academic classes until the fall. Raphe spent the rest of the morning showing me around campus. Most of the buildings were single story structures in adobe style, colored the same as the earth around them, built around a common square. Raphe first showed me the barracks where I would be staying-the boys were separated pretty much by age or grade, with each barracks housing two grades. The adobe style kept the buildings cool in the summer and warm in the winter. Inside the barracks there were basically three areas. To the side of the entry there was a door to a single room where he told me our barracks sergeant was billeted. The area where the boys lived was divided into small rooms separated from each other by walls about four feet high. Each room housed two boys. There were two beds, two footlockers and two wall lockers, no other furniture. There would be some privacy but the boys were not totally isolated. At the rear was a shower and a head used by all the boys. The barracks sergeant had a private shower and head. I wondered how the boys had sex with each other-Raphe had indicated that a lot of the boys had sex with him, anyway. I guessed where there is a will there is a way. The last building Raphe showed me was the chapel. It was the only building on the compound that appeared to have more than one story, but when we went in, I realized that the structure was completely open to the ceiling. The walls of the chapel were adobe, like all the buildings, very thick at the bottom and tapering toward the ceiling formed by huge beams. It was cool and dark inside. The windows of the building were covered in stained glass, depicting men and boys in military uniform. Names under the windows indicated who was in the picture and when they had been at the institute. A few had a bronze plaque with a date and place of their death. All of them had died in combat, many in Korea, some during the ongoing conflict in Viet Nam. "You graduate from here or have taught here and then get killed in combat, they put your picture in glass and give you a plaque. Personally I'd rather not have my picture here," Raphe explained. "All the flags represent units in the Marine Corps or Navy our guys have served with. Some chapel for a peaceful God, don't you think?" "Yeah, I guess. When you graduate, you said you want to go into the Navy-Isn't that what all these guys did?" "Of course, but I'm going to be a healer-Just like Doc," Raphe answered. "Good afternoon, Cadets." Only the windows provided the lighting in the chapel and we had failed to notice a man standing near the front. "Hello, Father," answered Raphe. "I'm just showing our latest recruit around the school . . . Father, this is J. J. Robinson. He arrived a couple of days ago and has been in sick bay until today." The man came out of the shadows and walked toward us. He was a big man, dressed in a black robe kind of thing with a little white showing at the color. I assumed he was a Catholic priest. Not that I would know. I'd never been to church until Barry had come on the scene and wouldn't know a Catholic from a pagan. I didn't figure this man would become very important to me. "J. J., this Father Mike." "Glad to meet you, J. J.," the priest said while extending a very well tanned hand toward me. Only his hands and face were exposed under his robes. His grip was strong-not the limp wristed kind of grip I had somehow associated with preachers and the "Christian" kids I had known at school. "Hello," I responded trying not snicker at his get-up. "I'm sure," continued the preacher, "that we'll get to know each other very well over the next few years-you are going to be a permanent cadet here, aren't you? All the cadets are required to attend services every week and to make confession at least once a month. So we'll become well acquainted. I'm always here to help you boys anyway I can. Raphe can tell you all about that." He paused as if waiting for some reaction from me. I said nothing. I didn't know what to say. Then he continued, "If you'll excuse me, I was just on my way to see the Commander. J. J., I hope you enjoy your stay with us." With a rustle of his skirts, the priest continued down the center aisle and out the door. "Come on man, this place gives me the willies and we need to finish getting you settled in. Besides it's almost time for chow." Raphe finished giving me the tour and we returned to my barracks. Classes had obviously ended and the boys with whom I'd be living had returned to get ready for chow. Raphe introduced me to some of the boys and then left me standing in my cubicle with another Black kid. Raphe had told me his name was Jasper and that he was a cool dude, but he didn't seem too friendly toward me right off the bat. Jasper's face scowled as he looked at me, but I extended my hand to try to break the icy barrier that seemed to exist between us. He took my hand, we shook; I smiled and told him my name. "Welcome to Marine Institute," he said as he turned to get his shit kit and towel. He removed his khaki shirt, leaving his trousers and a white tee shirt. "You may want to get washed up. We go to chow in about ten minutes." Jasper left me still standing in the center of the cubicle. I found what I thought I'd need to wash for chow and followed him to the head. Jasper was taller than I-close to six feet tall-very thin and very black. His hair was cut short and shaved on the sides, just like Raphe's hair was, but Jasper's eyes were much darker and his black skin contrasted more sharply with the white tee shirt he was wearing. It dawned on me that Jasper looked just like the Masai people I had read about at home in the National Geographic. He was certainly not unattractive, but not what I would have called handsome. That permanent scowl on his face didn't make it any easier to take to him right away. In the Mess Hall, I searched out Raphe, hoping to sit with him. At least I thought I'd have someone to talk to. But he wasn't there. I saw Jasper sitting with a couple of the other boys I had seen in the barracks and headed toward them. Jasper told his table mates to move over to make room for me. I sat down and listened to their conversation. They talked mostly about the review classes they had attended that afternoon and made a number of wise cracks about their instructors. None of this did I understand. So I sat and ate without talking. I didn't exactly feel unwanted since they had made room for me, but I realized that for a while, anyway I would be an outsider-not exactly a situation I found to be unusual for me. Everyone returned to the barracks after chow. Not knowing where else to go, I went to the cubicle I would be sharing with Jasper and sat down on my bunk. I just sat there for a few minutes listening to the sounds and quiet conversations going on around me. For a bunch of guys aged thirteen to fifteen, I thought they were remarkably quiet. Jasper walked in. "Are you going to be here just as a summer camper?" he asked. "No, I'm expecting to be here for a long time. I really don't know," I answered hesitantly. "My step dad sent me here, but didn't tell me anything about what he was doing." "So you're not a jail-bird or a summer cadet?" "No, I've never been to jail." "Good. The last boy they put with me was a summer cadet. Before that, the boy was a thief. I'm not sure which I hate more. We don't get many boys this late in the spring who are going to be regular students here. So I just wondered." Jasper sat down on his bunk and we just kind of stared at each other. I guess he was sizing me up, trying to decide whether I was someone he wanted to get to know or someone he should ignore. "You ever been to a military school before?" "No. This is all new to me. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to be doing." "Well for right now, you have a bit of free time. We can stay in the barracks, play basketball or soccer, or just go outside and hang. Some of the guys will have to go to study hall. I'm all ready for my exams tomorrow. So I can do whatever I want. Since you're new, I guess you can too." I listened to him for any sign of interest in me or whether he was just trying to be informative. But I didn't say anything. What was there to say at this point? "So do you play basketball?" he asked. "I used to shoot hoops at the park near my house and I played some at school-in P. E. But I've never played on a team." "Did you do any other sport?" "Not with a team, but I really enjoy swimming." "We have a pool and are supposed to learn to swim, but they say I'm not built for that. Too much bone mass for my size. I sink to the bottom in nothing flat," he said with a chuckle. His smile exposed his perfectly white, perfectly shaped teeth. When Jasper smiled, his face was actually handsome. "Come on, let's go shoot some hoops." We left our uniform shirts on our beds and headed out to the basketball court, dressed in khaki trousers and tee shirts. As we left the barracks Jasper grabbed a ball from a basket beside the door. We walked without speaking. Jasper dribbled the ball as we walked and then shot a pass at me. I wasn't expecting that but caught the pass, dribbled a few feet and then shot it back at him. He began to run slowly dribbling the ball as he went. I matched his pace and we passed the ball back and forth until we reached the court. He immediately quickened his pace into a drive toward the far basket with me right at his heels. He shot at the basket. I blocked his shot and just as quickly began a drive to the opposite end. We played like that for maybe ten minutes, each of us driving as hard as we could toward our selected goal only to have the ball blocked as we shot for a basket. Both of us were breathing pretty hard. The day was hot and dry and our tee shirts were soaked with sweat. Jasper signaled for a time out and pulled off his tee shirt. I followed his example. "Our trousers are going to look like hell if we keep playing like this. And I don't want to mess with washing and ironing tonight," he said as he unbuckled his belt and removed his trousers. He was down to his white institute issued skivvies. His lean torso and very long legs accentuated by the white of his shorts. "Unless you have anther pair of trousers, you'd better get rid of yours too. No one around here is going to pay any attention." He folded his khakis over a bench. Grabbing the ball from my hands he made another drive for a goal. "SCORE!" he shouted back at me. We played for maybe another half-hour before the sun set with a sudden dive behind the horizon. There was just a faint glow of light. Our score was three goals to three. "We'll finish this tomorrow," he announced. "You're a pretty good ball player-for a white guy, that is," he said with a big smile. Jasper picked up his trousers, handed me the ball and threw his other arm across my shoulders. "I think you and me are going to get along just fine." As close as we were, I was able to pick up his body scent. It wasn't a bad odor, just the smell of sweat on an otherwise clean body. 'Not at all what people always said a Black boy would smell like,' I thought. I was pretty certain I didn't smell much different. But his scent was closing in on me, giving me a head rush, which soared to my groin, causing an unwelcome thickening of my cock. I glanced down my body to see whether I was poking through the fly of my skivvies and caught sight of the same reaction through his skivvies. Both of our skivvies were soaked and had become almost transparent. I could see the outline of his body through the light cotton material. His cock twitched and grew a little bigger, as did mine. "You like what you see, white boy?" he asked in a friendly sort of way. "Hunh?" I said jerking my gaze back toward the barracks. "It's OK, man. I just asked if you liked what you were staring at?" "I don't know. I've never seen anything quite like it." "You've never seen a Black man's dick before?" "Uh, no I guess I haven't." "Well you'll see a lot more of it. We're bunk mates, now." My cock twitched again and I felt more blood rushing into it. I tried to pull away from his arm over my shoulders without being too obvious about it. I was getting to like Jasper and I certainly didn't want him to think I wouldn't like him because of his color. Jasper tightened his hold on me. "Don't worry about that," he said nodding his head toward my groin. "I'm having the same feelings." I looked down at his cock just as it exposed itself through his fly. "We can take care of each other later," he said with a wink. Returning to the barracks, we immediately went to our cubicle, hung up our trousers and shirts and Jasper stripped off his skivvies. He picked up a towel, threw it over one shoulder and started toward the showers. Stopping, he called back at me, "Man you gotta wash the stink off your white ass, if you expect to sleep in my house." "Right behind you," I replied, wrapping my towel around my now naked body. There were three other boys in the showers when we arrived. Two of them were under the same showerhead and the third right next to them. One of the two boys who were together was soaping his partner's back. Jasper greeted them all with his pearly white smile and introduced them to me. "This is my new bunk mate, boys. Keep your faggot hands off him." They all laughed recognizing Jasper's statement as an inside joke. I felt myself blush as I moved under a showerhead and turned on the water. Jasper joined me under the same head. I started to say something-like "get your own shower" or something equally stupid. I really wasn't embarrassed about Jasper's attentions but I didn't want the other guys to get the wrong impression. I certainly didn't want to start out being accused of being a faggot. "Don't worry, JJ. We all shower together. You wash my back and I'll wash yours. OK?" he all but whispered. I nodded my assent and turned toward the spray, ducking my head under the water to try to clear my head of the lust I was beginning to feel, needing to jack off before anything happened. It was then that Jasper began to run his bar of soap over the back of my neck and across my shoulders. OH, GOD, that felt good. Jasper soaped me up then began running his hands through the soap to get a good lather going. OH, GOD, that felt even better. My cock sprang to full attention. I tried to cover myself with my hands, wishing Jasper would quit doing what he was doing and hoping to all the gods he wouldn't. He ran his hands down my back, stopping just at the top of my ass crack. Grabbing me around a shoulder he pulled me out of the water and forced me to face him before handing me the soap and turning his back toward me. I mimicked his actions, using the bar to spread soap on his lean body and then using my free hand to create the lather, stopping, as he had done just at the top of his crack. Though he was very thin, Jasper had excellent muscle definition. His back was broader than I had first thought and tapered to a very narrow waist. It felt so good to feel his muscles under my soapy hands. I wanted to soap further down, why I didn't know. I wanted to feel more of his body but was not sure what would happen if I did feel his butt or run my hand between his cheeks-but that's what I wanted to do. Even though I wasn't as tall as Jasper, I probably outweighed him by thirty pounds, but that didn't stop the fear that he could probably do serious damage to me if we were to get into a fight. I knew he was quicker than I was and judging from the general comments Raphe had made about some of the boys in the institute, he probably knew a lot more about fighting than I ever would. So I just did to Jasper exactly what he did to me. While we were washing each other, I hadn't noticed that the other three boys had left the shower. We were alone. Jasper turned around facing me. His cock was at least as hard as was mine-only a couple of inches bigger. Now I never thought of myself as being small-except compared to Matt back at school, of course-but Jasper's dick definitely lived up to the myth about Black men. We were both uncut but that was the end of the similarities between our cocks. Jasper's dick looked like it could replace a baby's lower leg and never be out of place. It was a monster. "Give me the soap," he ordered. I gave him the soap. "Now relax, man. We're all friends here and anything we want to do with each other, we can do. Don't worry about what the other boys will think of you because they are probably doing or wishing they were doing the same thing you want to do. OK? Just relax and go with the flow. After all this is the seventies. The Age of Aquarius. A time for free love. OK?" "OK, I guess." "Damned straight, boy. We have to take care of each other in here. There's no one else gonna take care of you." As he talked Jasper was soaping my chest and armpits, stroking my body gently, almost lovingly, causing shots of electricity to run through my body. My skin became so sensitive, I thought it would just melt off my body. Jasper took hold of my stiff cock and pulled me into his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer so that my cock was trapped between his legs and his was pushed against my stomach. "In here, we have to do what feels good at the time. And what feels good to me right now is having you pressed against my body. Does it feel good to you, JJ?" "OH GOD, YES," I almost screamed. "This feels fuckin' good." Jasper lowered his head onto my neck and began to suck and nibble his way down my shoulder. He lifted my arms above his head and wrapped them across the back of his neck. Lowering himself still further, he began to lick my left armpit, causing my cock to stiffen more than I'd ever seen it before. It began to leak pre-cum like Niagara, coating the insides of his thighs. He continued to lick down my body to my left nipple and took it gently between his teeth. He was more sucking than biting, but there was a little pain in what he did. There was a lot of good feeling and my cock responded by producing more juice. My juice was running down his legs and then down mine sticking our lower limbs together like white glue. I hardly moved and just let Jasper do what he wanted to do as he moved to my right nipple and sucked and bit-harder now producing a little pain, turning into the fullest of pleasure. He attacked my right armpit and sucked, licked and pulled the hair he found between his tongue and lips. Without any warning or me touching myself, I felt my cock jerk uncontrollably and let fly with a huge burst of cum. I started to scream my pleasure but Jasper covered my mouth with his, forcing his tongue deep inside of me. He kept playing with my tits and an armpit, forcing more shots of cum to shoot out of me. I slumped into his arms, knees so weak they couldn't support my body. "OH GOD, Jasper. I'm so sorry. But you had me so hot and were doing things I've never even dreamed of . . ." "Don't you worry your pretty white ass about that. You just have a hair trigger and were ready to unload. I'll get mine, don't you worry. Let's get finished and get out of here. I want you in my little house."