I read the words a second time, but they said the same thing. She was gone. GONE! How could she be gone?!!? We were going to be together! We were MEAN... to be together! How could things have gone so wrong? What was in her head to leave without even saying goodbye?“Rand?” a voice said, trying to interrupt my thoughts. “Are you okay?”I looked up at Theresa and held out the letter.“Why?!!?” I croaked. “I ... I don’t understand.”“Neither do I,” she said sympathetically. “She said she’s a mess but. The room reeked of sweat and sex as I poked my head inside. My son laid on his back on the destroyed bedding, his limp cock across his thigh. Tammy laid curled up beside him with her head on his chest snoring softly. From the way that she was sleeping I could see the swollen lips of her tiny pussy peeking out from between the bony cheeks of her skinny little ass. She looked so sweet and innocent sleeping with Tom, but for the glob of pearly white cum that oozed from her puckered little asshole.. ”“Charles.” He leaned a hand ... I shook it.“Charles?” I asked, “How much to hire you for the day?”“Hire?”“Yes ... but you’ll need to fetch and carry.”“Fetch and carry?”“Yes,” I said.“All day?”“On a decent day, I clear a hundred and twenty-five.”“What’s your best day?”He got a faraway look, “Canada wide Baptist Convention... 500 ... but it was constant.”“So ... Five hundred and follow me around?”He picked up a microphone... “Charles,” he said.The radio squawked, “Charles.”“I’m out of service. He said, "You know, I love that shirt, but you look better without clothes."I rolled my eyes. I knew he was going to say something like that.I smiled and replied, "I know. I have to go back to Ohio today." You don't sound happy."I thought for a moment. I knew what I wanted to say, but worried I would come off too strong. After all, I wasn't positive that this weekend was supposed to amount to anything more than just that, the weekend. I weighed my options, and decided just to say it since I had.