Again he pushed. When the old man died, Peter changed his name in honor of the man that loved him more than a father. We went silently through the checkout, loaded the car, and headed home. “I didn’t know how to put it on,” I explained truthfully. But the Karate thing, I just didn’t want to do. Peter already had the water lilies in place and many of the plants he wanted along the edge. “Good,” Master San said again releasing my cock, “That was a very good start. Peter treated us to real Japanese green tea and pastries. “Yes,” I answered quickly looking up at the swords, “Are they sharp?”
“Mmm,” he affirmed, “Very.”
“Cool.” What else could I say? I did as I was told.