I felt a rage building inside that scared me just a little. For a long time, I enjoyed thinking about having Grayson Foster killed in prison, before r...alizing that would ruin my life even I got away with it.I needed to get myself busy or risk losing my mind. The limo arrived at the boat yard just as my brain was letting go of taking vengeance against Mr. Bell's old friend, Grayson Foster. Hell is full of people who thought they could get away with things, I decided.My heartache accompanied me. "The man crossed the bedroom and kissed the top of Ben's head. He was inhis late 40s, maybe early 50s. "Honey, you'll never disappoint me. I loveyou. I just think we'll have more fun if we don't need to apologize forbeing late." S-sure." Ben answered. "I ... uh ..." The man stroked Ben's faceaffectionately and left. Ben realized his cheek was soft and smooth, withno trace of the lazy stubble he'd grown in Cindy's apartment. The man'swarm touch had been ... pleasant.He looked at the cosmetics in. We all have groupies you know! and i guess Dee was one of those, catching the regular service twice a day too and from work, one gets to know the peoples faces not to mention the pert little titties and the nipped in waist, we spoke and she seemed interested, normal chat and smiles were exchanged for a while one day things began to change Dee was waiting at her normal stop looking as beautiful as ever her tight top showed off her pert breasts and her nipples showed through as if inviting a. “I met him last year through my roommate that moved to Scotland. Her brother’s friend, I think.” “What’s he doing here?” I asked more calmly, trying to look more curious than desperate. Her mouth made a little ‘o’ of surprise. “He’s here?!” She started to stumble away as if searching for him, but I caught her arm and repeated my question. “He lives a couple hours away from here, and I didn’t think he’d accept the invitation. We must catch up...” she babbled. My heart was pounding. I walked.