I can’t explain it. It’s been like E.S.P. or something.Back to last night. I knew he needed me. I climbed in and started to softly touch his thing... It turned out so great. Let me tell you some of it.I was lying there lightly touching the tip of his flaccid penis when he said, “Not tonight honey, I’m tired and have a headache.”He’d started calling me names like honey again. I like that. I kept touching his thing. I whispered, “I’m going to help you relax.”He sighed and laid there on his back. I. So he told me to pull down his pants and he took of his boxers and he showed me dick lage dick i touched it it was so soft and warm he told me to opean my mouth i dident really know wat i was doing i was only 10 at the time so he stuck his dickinmy mouth and for like 5 seconds i dident move he told me to suck it like a cany and to lick it like a lolipop so i did he moad a lil and i was just doing it until he stoped and he told to me to hold on then he went out the room i fallowed he was. “Deb Sutton,” I said.They turned to look at me.“She wrote most of this when she was 14 years old,” I confided.“No shit,” Dom mumbled as he shook his head. We stopped the conversation and just listened. Liz was correct: The music was rough. At least they were smart enough to know they were just the sidelight to the vocalist. The drummer set a soft beat and didn’t launching into a stick-tossing solo act. The pianist just stayed with major chords that didn’t clash with the singer. The second. “The light poles appear to be shot out, so there is no light, at least,” I began mentally checking as I scanned the area. “No people… but that might be a camera on that light pole. I don’t see a bike, though….”Just as I was about to put the binoculars up, I caught a glint of glass from the far corner of the lot. Sure enough, whether by coincidence or not, a rather fancy-looking exercise bike was sitting there in the dark. I hopped out of the truck, folded my license plate back so it wouldn’t be.