Just in time for lunch. I booked the 11 a.m. flight that would arrive around 1 p.m.“Sarah?! I thought you fell off the face of the Earth! Thank you ...or your condolences. I will be coming in on Friday October 13th at 1 p.m. Do you think you can pick me up? I’ll treat you to lunch before the 6 p.m. funeral?”“Swoosh," my phone sounded, as I replied back to her. I loved going to Nashville. The scenery was always welcomed in my eyes. Beautiful women, good beer, barbecue… and then there was Sarah,. He took her used underwear and wiped the semen from his chest and belly and then threw the soiled panties towards Mattie’s case. “Where are you Mattie?” He sighed to the empty room. He rolled over and dialled 0 on the hotel phone. “Reception, how may I help you?” The bright female voice chirped. “Hello, it’s Simon White, Parkview Suite. Can you tell me, are there any messages for me?” He inquired, sure that Mattie would have left something for him. “Parkview Suite? Let me check for you,. ..” She kisses him again with a more heated passion and then withdraws again. “By the way, using the same password on your computer as you put on everything isn't very safe...” He looks at her stunned, but still angry enough to want to ask her another question instead of responding to her kiss “... Okay, if you knew all of this, what was with the whole innocent “Do you love me” approach?” She looks back at him “Well, I wanted to appear as a cute innocent little slut, but we couldn't do it that. Living two houses away from them, I would see Marva on a daily basis. Some of my fondest memories came from spying on her with binoculars, as she would sunbathe during the hot afternoons of summer. Seeing her body covered in nothing but a skimpy black bikini was the greatest sight I could imagine at that time. I’d often sit on my bed, peek through the curtains, and masturbate as I watched Marva rub lotion on her smooth body on hot summer afternoons.Two years ago, Marva received a good job for a.