She would go out shopping for dresses, heels and other things for Pat to wear in the privacy of their home. Cindy would even paint Pat’s nails an he...p him with hair removal on his legs. It started out as a private part time fun thing. Pat was always gentle having sex with her and Cindy loved it because she felt like it was making love to another woman at times. Pat would insist on a sixty-nine position most of the time and use a vibrator on her instead of his cock which always frustrated her.. Where did he know it from? He gradually turned around. Next to a car a woman with relatively short hair stood by it in a blouse and jeans. She was smiling his way. He smiled at her. Yes, he knew her. It had been four years since he’d seen her and she looked as lovely that day he saw her as she did four years ago. Slim and firm as ever, she was probably curvy too like in her past. He stared her down. She looked back at him. Neither moved. They simply stared at one another, or the other’s bodies,. "You see that driveway with the big beware the dog sign," Monk asked."Yeah, is that it?" I asked."About a quarter mile down that road is a operating meth lab," Monk said. "Now get me the fuck out of here." He had slumped down in the seat of the small Toyota."Just a second," I rolled the windows down on the Toyota. It wasn't a strong smell, but it was there. The smell of ammonia was in the air. It was not a smell that was overwhelming, just one that was out of place in the country setting."Monk. It looked to be a nice tool, too, thick and meaty. She realized she was staring, and not listening. "Huh?" she said to a question he has asked."I asked if you'd like to go for a ride?" he repeated.She thought for a moment. "I didn't see a car out front, except Duane's," she said."I don't have a car, I have a bike," he said. "It's round in the back, I was changing the oil."For a brief moment, she thought he meant a bicycle, but then realized he was talking about a motorcycle. "I dunno," she.