year
ago, I never would have thought this was possible. Studying
servicemen is something that's been on my mind since childhood. My
father was a police officer who witnessed some horrifying things in
his years on the force. I saw the toll it took on him, and I also
saw how he avoided getting any kind of help or support for the
feelings and nightmares that haunted him. It is because of my love
for my dad and my desire to help him that I chose this as my thesis
topic and subsequently my most recent research.
Luckily I was able to find someone in my
department who was willing to endorse me and help me with
it. Tim, my mentor at
the university, was unable to join me for this conference, but he
has emailed me lots of supportive data and, even more important,
lots of encouraging words. I'm lucky to work with someone who
respects and supports me so much.
I decide that it's time to go upstairs and
take a nap before my talk. Not to mention, I'm meeting Charley
tonight and that will likely result in late hours being kept. I
clear my plate, grab my paperwork, and head for the
elevator.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Owen
“ So then… So then… So then...” I laugh out
loud, trying to continue my story amid the raucous laughter from
the group of Travis's friends that have joined us for drinks.
“After Travis has the chick back in our room, he sees that I'm in
there fucking some hot piece of ass that I met earlier that night.
I turn my head as I'm pounding this girl,” I say, punching my fist
into my hand, “and Travis just shrugs his shoulders and starts
stripping off his clothes. At first I'm thinking, 'What the fuck is
Travis doing? Joining in?' And then the chick Travis brought back
starts taking off her clothes. And now I'm thinking, 'Holy shit!
This is going to be an awesome night!' right?” I take a long pull
of my beer and continue the story. “But no. Travis's chick
recognizes the girl that's under me and calls her by
name . Turns out the
girls were sisters. Twin sisters. Travis's girl gets pissed off,
dresses, and leaves. So there's Travis, naked, with a raging boner
and his guaranteed pussy just left.”
Travis's friends all groan mockingly while
Travis stands there looking at me, not embarrassed one bit. “Finish
the story, Owen. Tell them what happened after that,” he says
before polishing off his beer.
“ The girl I'm fucking beckons Travis over.
I flip the chick onto all fours and start doing her from behind
while Travis proceeds to ram his cock down her throat. Don't worry.
She wasn't gagging or anything. Travis isn't that big,” I say with
a loud laugh and throw Travis a quick wink.
“ Fuck you, Maxwell.” Travis laughs, showing
me his middle finger. “That was over spring break during our junior
year of college. Best trip we took together,” he says with a big
smile.
“ Wait a minute. Wait a minute.” Marc waves
his hands. “What about our trip to Costa Rica after O broke up with
Molly? Remember the sex club? That, my friends… That was an epic trip.”
I swipe my hand down my face and then run
my fingers through my already tousled hair. Travis's friends all
look at each other. They look like rabid dogs that haven't been fed
in weeks. They're hanging on every word.
“ Speaking of sex clubs… What's the best
strip club in Seattle?” I ask, trying to keep the mood light but
steer clear of the details of the Costa Rica trip. Travis works
with most of these people. He needs to maintain some boundaries.
“ Little Darlings is good, ” one of the guys in the group
offers.
“ No,” I say immediately. “The name alone
makes me feel like a dirty bastard. Next,” I command.
“ Dreamgirls is more like a gentleman's
club,” another guy calls out.
“ Agreed,” Marc says. “We'll go there.” And
again, just like that, things are decided.
“ Strip club, huh? Sounds like fun,” a very
attractive blonde says, interrupting our conversation. She pushes
her way through the middle of the group of
ago, I never would have thought this was possible. Studying
servicemen is something that's been on my mind since childhood. My
father was a police officer who witnessed some horrifying things in
his years on the force. I saw the toll it took on him, and I also
saw how he avoided getting any kind of help or support for the
feelings and nightmares that haunted him. It is because of my love
for my dad and my desire to help him that I chose this as my thesis
topic and subsequently my most recent research.
Luckily I was able to find someone in my
department who was willing to endorse me and help me with
it. Tim, my mentor at
the university, was unable to join me for this conference, but he
has emailed me lots of supportive data and, even more important,
lots of encouraging words. I'm lucky to work with someone who
respects and supports me so much.
I decide that it's time to go upstairs and
take a nap before my talk. Not to mention, I'm meeting Charley
tonight and that will likely result in late hours being kept. I
clear my plate, grab my paperwork, and head for the
elevator.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Owen
“ So then… So then… So then...” I laugh out
loud, trying to continue my story amid the raucous laughter from
the group of Travis's friends that have joined us for drinks.
“After Travis has the chick back in our room, he sees that I'm in
there fucking some hot piece of ass that I met earlier that night.
I turn my head as I'm pounding this girl,” I say, punching my fist
into my hand, “and Travis just shrugs his shoulders and starts
stripping off his clothes. At first I'm thinking, 'What the fuck is
Travis doing? Joining in?' And then the chick Travis brought back
starts taking off her clothes. And now I'm thinking, 'Holy shit!
This is going to be an awesome night!' right?” I take a long pull
of my beer and continue the story. “But no. Travis's chick
recognizes the girl that's under me and calls her by
name . Turns out the
girls were sisters. Twin sisters. Travis's girl gets pissed off,
dresses, and leaves. So there's Travis, naked, with a raging boner
and his guaranteed pussy just left.”
Travis's friends all groan mockingly while
Travis stands there looking at me, not embarrassed one bit. “Finish
the story, Owen. Tell them what happened after that,” he says
before polishing off his beer.
“ The girl I'm fucking beckons Travis over.
I flip the chick onto all fours and start doing her from behind
while Travis proceeds to ram his cock down her throat. Don't worry.
She wasn't gagging or anything. Travis isn't that big,” I say with
a loud laugh and throw Travis a quick wink.
“ Fuck you, Maxwell.” Travis laughs, showing
me his middle finger. “That was over spring break during our junior
year of college. Best trip we took together,” he says with a big
smile.
“ Wait a minute. Wait a minute.” Marc waves
his hands. “What about our trip to Costa Rica after O broke up with
Molly? Remember the sex club? That, my friends… That was an epic trip.”
I swipe my hand down my face and then run
my fingers through my already tousled hair. Travis's friends all
look at each other. They look like rabid dogs that haven't been fed
in weeks. They're hanging on every word.
“ Speaking of sex clubs… What's the best
strip club in Seattle?” I ask, trying to keep the mood light but
steer clear of the details of the Costa Rica trip. Travis works
with most of these people. He needs to maintain some boundaries.
“ Little Darlings is good, ” one of the guys in the group
offers.
“ No,” I say immediately. “The name alone
makes me feel like a dirty bastard. Next,” I command.
“ Dreamgirls is more like a gentleman's
club,” another guy calls out.
“ Agreed,” Marc says. “We'll go there.” And
again, just like that, things are decided.
“ Strip club, huh? Sounds like fun,” a very
attractive blonde says, interrupting our conversation. She pushes
her way through the middle of the group of
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