.. I think Wes is in trouble... he wants me to come and stay with him until its time for him to come home. Mom did Wes sound ok to you when he called?... She watched her mom say, "Yes... yes he sounded ok, just anxious to talk to you is all."Coretta blinked, "Anxious? Really?" Mrs. Carpenter arched her brows, "Well yes I think that's right... he didn't make much small talk and asked to talk to you right away."She turned to look at her dad when he asked, "What did Wes say honey? Was he upset or. “A” visited with relations from her late husband's side and soon we were off to our room. A 2 room 2 bath suite, no less. I was instructed to shower while she rested, then she proceeded to freshen up. By now the sun was setting and the room became darkened. I sat on the couch in the sitting room and waited. Soon she made her presence down the short hallway wearing a white bathrobe as was I, provided with the room. She looked beautiful in the dim. After contemplating whether to do it, I figured fuck it and decided to give it a shot when she got home from her run – if any negative signs popped up when I opened the door to her room, I’d just leave. Shortly after, she came home from her run drenched in sweat. She took off her t-shirt and was in a sports bra and tight black leggings. I literally licked my lips as I watched her move around when she got home and saw the gloss of her sweat on her skin. We chatted a bit and ate breakfast. ”“You looked kind of down – is anything wrong?”“Now what could be wrong? I’ve got money in the bank, I’m retired, I own a big and very successful consulting company, I have a beautiful and sexy assistant, a lovely and attractive wife, a foxy neighbor lady who could give a corpse a hardon, and some pretty good friends. Why wouldn’t I be the happiest man in the world?”“I don’t know. Why wouldn’t you be? Jim, we’re friends. We’ve shared a lot of pretty intimate things (more than you know, Jim.