My position? Definitely in favor. Thanks for asking.
Bailiff: Skip the impersonations. You are Alexander Yalt?
Publisher: I am.
Bailiff: You are hereby charged that on the 28th day of May, 1970, you did willfully, unlawfully, and with malice of forethought, publish an alleged English-Hungarian phrase book with intent to cause a breach of the peace. How do you plead?
-- Episode 25 'Monty Python's Flying Circus' (1970)
Have you ever just plain been "all fucked out?" I was. Lillian, Hugh, Monica, George, and Paul were lying naked in the king sized bed with me. Chris was in one armchair and Jamie was in the other. "Fuck me," I thought looking at the clock. I needed to be at work in about an hour. I needed a shower. One of my lovers-- I think it was Monica-- was lying on my left leg which had fallen asleep. Although I tried I just couldn't move her or my leg.
"Ughh! Argggh!" I don't know if I actually said it, or if it was just the noise I made trying to move.
Robert came out of the bathroom, with a semi-hard-on, just as I realized that nothing was working. What the fuck was I going to...
"Hey Robbie?"
"Yeah, Diane?"
"Come over here."
"Need help?" he said.
"No, you do," I said as I gently stroked the underside of his penis with the tips of my fingernails and guided it to my wet waiting mouth.
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I was 17, and more secure and experienced than he was at 23. Technically he was my boss, but while he was salaried it was an unpaid volunteer position for me. I didn't get anything but experience, not even school credit. So it was a violation of organisational protocol for him-- because he had signed the employment agreement-- but not for me. He was sweet, a lost kind-hearted soul who in many ways contributed to who I am today. But the pressure he felt was just too much.