Since we lived quite a distance from each other, we often stayed at each other's houses overnight. It was 1983 and I was a naive sixteen year old back...then who had no experience with girls at all. Jane was nineteen and to me was the most beautiful woman in the world. Of course I had raging hormones (I still do) and I lusted after her like you wouldn't believe. In hindsight, I'm sure I wasn't subtle but I thought at the time that she never saw the furtive looks I gave her as we spent time. Don’t ask me about some pimply faced, hormone driven child.”About six months after Trish and Wilson left, I got a call from Laurie, my ex, telling me that she was going to be in town for a couple of days and asking to get together with me. I told her I’d love to and offered to have her over for supper. Laurie knows I enjoy cooking and that I’m pretty good at it so she immediately agreed. I didn’t tell her anything about Jordan. When Laurie arrived in town we talked about a day and time. Since. "And does your husband know of this," he asked"No sir I hope he doesn't" replied Val"Much better" he said "now I am going to address all the men and the few women present." Gentlemen and ladies what you see before you is a complete married white fuck whore who adores black cock, but keeps it hidden from her husband. She doesn't want people to know that blacks are fucking her! I wonder why? is she ashamed? I do have my doubts and so should you. So I think she ought to be punished until she sees. She hadnt realized before. In the living room, the photo of Abbie was gone, as was the urn with her ashes. Gloria stared the empty spot on the mantle. Had Alan taken them somewhere, was that why he was gone? But that still didnt explain why Gloria woke up in a strange room in the garage. She had to find her clothes, and her phone. She had to call Michael. The thought of Michael made her pause. There was something she knew was important, but she couldnt remember. She thought back. What happened.