I assumed he was the owner of the store.He asked in a very strong accent if I needed any help. I asked him if he had a belt that might go with my new ...utfit. He led me down one side of the shop where there was a range of leather belts and asked me to choose a belt buckle to go with it. He also went and got me some black woolen socks with a red dragon on the side. After making my choice, he suggested that I try the whole outfit on with everything together to see how it all looked. I agreed and. Me moving my trailer a few months before had helped keep things quiet. In retrospect it had been a very good idea.After a year on the outside I should have had more real friends. Most of the people I hung out with were ex-cons, or other people in trouble or just down on their luck. Well with the exception of a few cops of one flavor or another.All that shit probably prepared me for the decision I made on my first anniversary outside. I decided that I wanted to see the United States. Not on some. I would then ask her questions and I knew every time she was lying to me. I was remarkably accurate too.When our daughter became a teenager and wanted to start dating and going to parties my wife looked at me and said, “The finger.”Donna knew exactly what that meant from submitting to it herself a few times when it was demanded necessary. However, that was a few years ago and before she matured and started developing.So if Donna wanted to go out she had to prove to us that she was telling us. By the way, I want it on the record that that was a lot of strength to be going on with."Did you hear that, honey? She's ready for you." She kissed me again, tenderly. As for me, I was still game— my hips were still rocking desperately in time with Mr Stanton's incredibly powerful thrusts, and I kissed his wife with all the passion I could muster. Let it never be said I didn't put my all into it."I heard it." Mr Stanton's voice was still calm and commanding, but had lost some of its usual easy.