” He patted my cheek. I was in love. Rest assured I was on that toilet seat a lot of Friday nights after that. Ten minutes after he left the fat ...hite sailor boy was coming through the door again. His moon face and watery blue eyes fascinated me as he stood in front of me once again and without any effort on my part, I had thesame limp, fat white cock dangling in my face again. I was incredibly horny from what had just happened to me, and I dove on his cock with a ferocity which surprised. “I …I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to trespass sir! I was kind of lost.” I desperately tried to explain. “Just keep goin.” is all I heard from him. Then I saw the old, dingy, little house with a few scattered out buildings clustered around it. Trying to console myself any way possible I thought, “Well, if he’s calling the sheriff at least he’s not likely to be a serial killer.”Arriving at the door of the rustic dwelling my “host” said “Go in, it’s not locked.” As expected it was cluttered and unkempt. ”“You mean Tony Monassario?”“Yes, his friends call him Big Tony.”“What is this? Some kind of joke?”“I wish it were Mr. Henderson, but your new neighbor is a member of organized crime.”“Organized crime? You mean like the Mafia?”“Well, we don’t know if there are still any formal ties to the East Coast, but Frank’s uncle was there before the family moved to this area from New Jersey in the fifties. We do know that the family is involved in prostitution, loan sharking, illegal drugs, and money. He asked me to speak to someone that wouldn't sic the cops on him. He said he was trying to make something right, but didn't give me any details." I'll go see what he has to say. Thanks." I went directly to my van and drove the five miles to the motel. I knocked on the door."Who is it?" I'm from O'Donnell Construction. Pete said you wanted to talk."The door opened as far as the chain would allow. "Who are you?" My name is Rich Rumford. I'm Bob Bastion's son-in-law. We took over Orrin's contract.