I got the containers to the curb on the right day and got them back in the garage evening. He even kissed me each time he arrived home and saw that it...had been taken care of.Then, the fourth week, I completely forgot. No change in schedule or anything to throw me off. I just plain forgot. In fact, I woke up at nine o'clock in the morning to the sound of the truck driving down the street. It was already too late.The sound sent fear through my whole body. I had to get out of bed immediately in. He was inconsequential. I didn't know what to say, I had never met another human member. That our meeting was occuring in a jail cell was not lost on me.Ray was older than me. He was scrawny and not good looking at all. As Dad would say, 'He looked like the ugly truck scratched off on his face'."What's it like here?" Lonely, very very lonely. You're the first human I've seen since I got here. If I see anyone, it's one of the guards and as you've noticed they're not much company." Ray barked a. That gave me a sudden thrill that I hadn't expected. He pulled out a pair of pink, boy-short, panties from his pocket. They were cute if a little cheap looking. The kind of thing a college girl would wear. Slutty, but still a little girly and innocent. I was glad they didn't have any lace on them. Actually I was delighted to finally be getting a chance to do this.I dropped my pants. I was wearing a jockstrap since that was going to be my "panties" if he hadn't come through with. In another. I relaxed a bit when I was sure I was unseen.I turned my eyes back to the opening, waiting for what I hoped would be a naked woman, unaware of my prying eyes. The thought of what I could see made my dick grow, and in the absence of something to keep my attention, my mind was fast at work, replaying all those pornographic videos I had so feverishly consumed over the years. It wasn’t until she walked back into the living room my mind stopped dancing, but I was rewarded for my corrupt thoughts..