Kurt doesn't speak much. If he ever finally does speak up, will he have the courage to face his fears? Will he take chances? Or will he let his life be ruled by complete and utter terror? Is he the only one with damage? XXXXX I was not silent in my attempts to retrieve my bag. No, I was grunting and mumbling the whole time with my strenuous efforts to get Kurt off the strap of my satchel. But now was not the time for dirty thoughts. Since the sounds were coming from under the table, by Kurt's crotch, and I was grunting stuff like, "dirty cocksucker, you'll be lucky if I don't punch you in the balls," I'm pretty sure anyone within hearing distance thought I was giving him a rather violent hand job. And of course Kurt wouldn't just move his foot so I could come out from under the table. Nope, he just sat there.