Good sherry was one of my vices. I poured a healthy glass and, putting a CD by Julie London on, I went to bed early. I listened to her singing, ‘Cry...Me a River’ and that’s sure what I felt like doing – crying a river of tears. As I lay there I realized I had put my ghosts to bed forever. Jerry had been hurt, he might have been killed. I felt his pain, but it was his pain, not mine. What hurt me was that when something actually did happen to him — I wasn’t there to support him. When he needed. “Uh, yes, I’m Chili,” he mumbled.“This is for you, Sir.” He handed him a letter-sized envelope.“Oh, uh, thank you,” he said. He took out his wallet.“No need, Sir. It’s taken care of,” the bellman said, and he walked away.Chili looked at the envelope. It was the official stationery of the Peabody Hotel.His shoulders slumped. His eyes glazed over. His sinuses clogged up. ‘At least she had enough class to let me know’, he thought. He didn’t open it right away. He nervously twirled it in his hands. Hanson.’ ‘Okay, I’ll buzz you in. My apartment is on the second floor at the rear of the building.’ ‘This is about the hottest woman I’ve ever met,’ Brian said to his friend, Ken Davis, an American History teacher in the high school where he was, at least until the end of the school year, an assistant dean of students. ‘She’s a beauty, and she loves all kinds of sex with men, and maybe even with women. We’re going to have a great time today. No problem about her age, because I checked her. With a look of fear in my eyes I looked at the woman who had kept me locked in here all night. I didn't know when she would let me go, and I was pleading with my eyes for her to release me. She saw me looking at her, got up and walked out leaving me alone to watch a movie which was now showing what looked like another video booth. Then I saw her walk into the booth with another man. She took out his cock and started sucking him till he was ready to cum she then aimed his dick at a sink in the.