” His face changed subtly. “Land-based version of the boat.”“Interesting,” I said. “What’s the rest of the house?”He led me up the hal.... “Guest room.”“Really IS a guest room,” I noted. “Most of the time, ‘guest room’ is filled with junk.”“Oh, now if you wanna talk ‘junk’, here’s my hobby room.” He opened a door. “Hobby stuff. Bench in the corner – ham radio. This bench – handloading ammunition. Big black thing over there – gun safe.”“You do all those?”“Yep. Geek, with an affinity for projectile. I was a plague on my social group. Cherie had a large life insurance policy to which I was beneficiary. I had money to live on for a few years and maybe longer if I became a complete recluse. Time would tell. I loaded my car with the few things I still owned and watched my life disappear in the rear view mirror. I destroyed my iPhone, cancelled all my online social media accounts, and saved only a few pictures with special meaning. I bought one of those disposable phones and gave the number to. "That is kinda hot," she said, much to my surprise. She slid a hand up my thigh, brushing my hardon. "Reminds me of when you had that crappy apartment with Mike. We used to fuck in the room next to his...loudly. Knowing he could hear us. Knowing he was probably in there jerking off."Susan kissed me passionately. If I had know that Mike turned her on I would have invited him over a long time ago. She started strocking my cock."John, lets do it."So we put the ear pieces on and we started making. I repeated the action on his other leg, then stood and after getting more gel, washed his arms. When I was done, I told him to turn around. As he did, he looked as if he was about to speak again. I wiped his mouth off and kissed him.“Shh, I owe you.”I washed the front of his shoulders and his chest, massaging the gel in again. Pouring more on and washing his belly, giving it a little tweak at the sides and watching him shiver. Looking down and then back at him, I grinned and squatted down.