<em>"The Kid" - Dean Logan - October 26th, 2011 - Late Morning - His home on East Broad Ave</em><br/><br/>He may have went to sleep with thoughts of his book on his mind, but he woke up with the Gulch permeating his thoughts and dreams. It started simple, him laying back on his bed, Miss Orchid stroking idly at his cock to harden it, but before she could sink her lips onto it she was interrupted. "Let me help you," a kind voice said, and suddenly the blonde in the nurse's outfit sat beside her, sinking her ruby red lips upon the tip of his dick. It was a bit fuzzy, then, a series of kisses, sucks and tugs around his crotch. Next thing he knew, the Nurse was bouncing atop of his cock, Orchid sliding her fingers over the woman's clit while her tongue lashed out against the bouncing breast.<br/><br/>It was a pleasant enough dream, but it also meant Dean woke up with a seriously mean case of morning wood. He hated waking up with morning wood. It seemed great, and he noticed his cock always seemed larger in the morning, but he always had to pee really badly, too. Aiming was a tad more difficult with a stiff member, and despite how badly it all<em>wanted</em>out, it seemed to struggle with actually "evacuating" the body. Plus, it usually seemed to drain his erection, which meant if he ever had the opportunity to wake up next to a sexy woman with his engorged member, he'd lose his largest hard on simply because he'd have to use the bathroom.<br/><br/>...though this morning was a bit different. As such, he closed his eyes in the shower, bringing back the memory of Orchid back into his mind, only this time she was standing beside him, letting the water fall over their bodies, her hand tugging and pulling at him until finally he sprayed the shower floor with his sticky goo.<br/><br/>It was another morning as usual after that. Pouring himself a bowl of cereal, flipping through the channels, pouring a second bowl of cereal, and then the clean up. As much of a mess as the rest of his house was, Dean couldn't tolerate a full and dirty sink. He always had to clean the dishes afterward. Clothes and socks strewn about his house, sure. But dirty dishes? That was just disgusting.<br/><br/>Today was going to be a big day, though. At least, as big as days get for him. He actually had a mission, goals for the day. Things he needed to get. He dressed in a simple Megadeth t-shirt, his denim coat and jeans, sliding his converse sneakers onto his feet. He could drive, he could use the car, but in all honesty, he didn't want to waste his inheritance on gas. Not when there were ladies to spend it on instead. In his mind, it seemed like a waste to calculate so much money to spend on The Fucking Gulch, but it was research. He hopped on his bike, riding through the small town for his<em>other</em>research, what needed to come first...<br/><br/><em>"The Kid" - Dean Logan - Sometime around noon - New Harrisville Falls Barnes &amp; Noble</em><br/><br/>Dean locked his bike up in the rack, smiling as the store should be empty today. All the little fools were playing a masquerade at the Church today, and afterwards they'd go to lunch at their buffets or fancy restaurants or family fun time havens of disease. The book store would practically be empty, running the risk of getting caught low.<br/><br/>It's not that Dean was ashamed, or that he didn't want anyone to know what he was buying. He could care less about that. He just knew the men running The Fucking Gulch were pretty damn serious, and he didn't want to risk anyone thinking his actions out of the ordinary. He needed to make sure no one was suspecting his true goal yet.<br/><br/>It took him a while to find what he was looking for. In a town like this, it was no surprise that the sexuality section would be so small and in the back, where no one would look or find it. Of course, if the book wasn't here he could still find it on Amazon, but he would rather not wait for it. He traced his finger across the shelves, glancing, searching...<br/><br/>Ah! There it was. He pulled it from the shelf, surprised by the sheer bulk of the tome. It was thick, it was heavy, and it was...kind of classy looking, despite the name.<em>The Guide to Getting It On</em>. He leafed through the pages. The book came highly recommended on the Internet, and glancing through, he began to understand why. He looked around, noticing the store was a bit quiet. Not even many employees around, just those tending the registers. He smiled, spotting a lounge area towards the middle of the store, a sort of hub with a couple of couches and easy chairs. He took a seat, thumbing through, wondering if this "Guide" was as good as everyone seemed to claim.