He lives in chronic pain because of this, which makes me very sad…. Maybe that’s why he told me his story… Maybe that’s why he granted me permission to tell it…. XXX DisclaimerCopyright, 2012, Patricia Steel ([email protected])
Do whatever you want with this story, only keep my name attached, please. Some of the principal parties are no longer living. Some years back, Jesse was seeing a therapist for some of this stuff, while he was living locally here. When he was awake, he could hear the sounds of fucking nearby, but at the slightest twinge of an erection, his injured scrotum ached all the worse. More the way a slave loves a slave owner or a dog loves his master than a boy loves his bigger brother.
