“Someone was in here looking for you, asking around about you today.”“Who was it?” I said.“Didn’t leave a name. White guy,” said Jose. �...�Maybe fifty.” I nodded. I had a hinky feeling, but I doubted it was any of them. Probably just somebody I knew from the job. If they knew I hung out at Pedro’s they’d be back.“You don’t think...” said Rozelle, who was sitting right beside me.“No, but who knows,” I said. I refused to worry about it anymore. The old days, the old ways, the old crowd were all dead. The minute he left us Mary moved over near me and said " This is for you and I to get better aquatinted". "You are not going to be able to have sex with Fay for six weeks but you can have sex with me if you want".John came back in with the paper before I could reply. Mary finished our breakfast and we ate.I did not really want to use that Polaroid camera. Those things flatten the images and loose some of the fine details of a shot. I told them I thought I would use a 35mm camera to take the. ”“I hope you normally eat better than that...” She regarded me. “Do you like Thai food?” she asked“I love it.”“Are you busy tonight?”“No -- I’m free tonight.”“Why don’t you come to my place? I’ll make you a home-cooked Thai dinner -- my way of saying thanks for helping me the other night.”I nodded. “That would be great. What time?”“The store closes at five.”“I’ll pick you up here.”She gave me a little wave as I picked up my bag and headed for the door. I killed the rest of the afternoon running. His hips rammed into my tinder ass cheeks intensifying the pleasure pain. He grabbed my shoulders and thrust deep and hard into my boihole. I felt his cock spasm as he shot his load inside me. He shoved into me one last time as his orgasm subsided. He fell forward and we slid down onto the floor. His cock was deep inside me as we lay there panting, trying to catch our breaths. “Have you cum?” He asked. “No,” I replied. He raised himself up and pulled his cock form my hole as I clinched it not.