”“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that, Becky. I hope he gets better.”“I think he will. He’s a pretty tough old guy. So, you want to come over about...noon?”“I’ll be here! What are we having?”“Haven’t decided yet.” Becky got a distressed look on her face and began frantically searching in her clutch for her key. “Excuse me, Benny but I have to pee real bad.”He laughed and gave her another quick kiss on the cheek before cutting across the lawn toward home.Benny slept in, something he rarely did. When he. She turned to see Alex standing there, in the door which she thought was a closet, with tears in her eyes. Elaine guessed that Christian must have sent her a text to meet him here so she can see that he doesn’t want her anymore. Alex started crying and ran away guessing to her room. Elaine turned to Christian looking worried but all of that melted away when she saw him getting closer to her with a hunger lust in his eyes. Then the process started all over again instead this time they went. The man was tall, about six feet five or six inches, but had an enormous pot belly that hung out over his trouser belt. In profile the trouser belt made a diagonal line up to where it clung to the small of his back. His trousers were rather floppy, he had no ass to speak of, and were too long.He yanked out a mess of keys from one pocket and looked through them until finding the right one."Here we go," he said, unlocking the door.We followed him inside. About six stalls lined each side of the. Standing behind the chair he'd claimed for his own, the door opened and four men entered. Lawyer, Lawyer number two, Banker, and Executive. Executive is the one who I'll work for. Deb had described the types he'd meet, and so far she was one-hundred-percent on the money.The men crossed the room to shake his hand, another small victory Deb had coached him on, and the Gunny opened the conversation, taking the initiative. Just like a battle, he'd said back when Deb had coached him."The names are.