I had used the key to lock my bedroom door after I returned from the bathroom. And again I had placed the keys on my dresser. I looked at my dresser. ...he keys still weren't there.I looked behind the dresser and under the dresser. I looked in all my drawers. Still no keys. I was so frustrated now that I was starting to act irrationally. I gave up looking for my keys. I put an old porno tape in my VCR and watched three women have sex with one man. I remembered my dreams of the previous evenings. I went to pee, and she glanced and smiled at one point. I shook, etc. I turned around facing her with my dick still and right when I was going to zip up my pants she says, "stop." I just look at her with a confused face and she slowly walks toward me.She kisses me in the mouth and takes off my shirt then she begins kissing down my body and then her face ends up in front my crotch. She kneels down and kisses my dick. I felt kind of embarrassed because my dick was dirty and smelly. I would jerk. I said go fuck yourself I am not your slut. The little white dick was removed then I could hear footsteps, then voices, then more footsteps then the door opened and Tony and a very large black man stood there looking down at me. The large black man lifted me out of my seat and held me bent over. Tony cut the clothes from my body then turned and reached into a bag. He then pulled out what looked like some form of survival belt, this was then placed around my waist. I felt something cool and slim. " Umm, how is that?" Well, I started taking notes for her. And I knew that if her marks go down, she can lose the kids, so I paid attention, instead of just paying attention. Bingo, my marks went up." Still it must make you feel pretty happy?" Sort of. Why didn't I do that before?"His dad cocked his head at the sky. "Perhaps you're feeling sorry about being in the First Eleven?"Chris laughed. "Yep, real sorry about that."They both laughed back at him. "That's my boy."His dad again: "Maybe.