I quickly got undressed down to my underwear and turned the lights out, then got on the bed and French kissed her. Then I got up and started to leave....She mumbled, "Where the fuck are you going?" I told her I had to let the dog out. I quickly ran out back and there was Robert, wearing only his underwear and waiting. He said that Margaret was begging to be fucked, and that I better hurry. I told him Stacey was going to fuck his brains out.We wished each other good luck, and went into each. She hadn't let herself get soft at all. She was still tight and trim. It was hard to tell her age. She was likely either forty or just past it.I, on the other hand, was in the twilight of my third decade on earth. If youth counted for anything, I was one up on her. I expected that it wasn't the years that counted in the eyes of men, it was most likely the miles. As any used car salesman might tell you a new but high mileage car was less valuable.Monday morning I was up before the sun. Since it. I mean, I've had over a week to dig out that flash drive and give it to the Feds, and they probably think I've done it. Who knows? They took their shot at me early, when you were first in the hospital and maybe not going to make it. Now they have to either believe the reports that you died or realize that the Feds moved you someplace they can't find, and either way you're out of their frame now. So you'll surface or you won't, the drive's beyond their reach, and they're cutting their losses.". ‘I can’t lose you too!’ She cried loudly, tears running down her cheek. ‘You won’t mother.’ Danny said, wrapping his arms around her, ‘I’ll always be here for you.’ ‘You’re…You’re such a wonderful son!’ Jen balled, moving closer to him. She fell forward and landed on top of him. Danny sighed and ran his hand calmingly down the back of her head. Jen hid her face in his neck and cried loudly. ‘You’re such a…a good boy…so nice…and strong…and…’ Jen pushed herself up with her hands on his chest. She.