"Can I help you, sir?" he asked."No, I'm just looking." I'd be happy to tell you all about this model." I am fine," I said again, turning to glower at...him.Even with the shower and breakfast, I was still looking a little rough. Couple that with the irritation I was still getting from Renata, and I wasn't in the mood to deal with anyone.After a moment the sales clerk took the hint and went away.I kept my searches narrowed down to Florida for the moment, since if there was a mole in the Marshal's. That's the maximum length of time his insurance will pay for. I had all the locks changed already and my attorney said I would have no problem being able to stay in the house, at least until the divorce is final; Vic will just have to find an apartment when he gets out of that place." Holy cripe," I exclaimed, "three months in a nursing home; it sounds like whoever did beat him did a good job." Oh they sure did. The surgeon who tried putting him back together again wasn't to encouraging. Some. It was a far different story than what his mother had etched into his body.Entering the house, Jeff expected to find Paul vacuuming the floors or dusting the furniture. Instead, he heard voices coming from the dining room. Curious, he stuck his head in the room and found Paul talking to Harry.Surprised, he shouted, “Harry! It’s good to see you.”“It’s good to see you, Jeff. You’re looking positively wonderful,” noted Harry. All three of the men looked happy with the way their lives had gone.. Kenny shot his load on the sissy’s face. Then, he kissed Gabriel and licked up the nut. They kissed some more. Kenny’s dick was hard again so he went back in for me. This time, he plowed little Gabe missionary style until he flooded the open hole. They lay there spent a for a few minutes before getting up to smoke more weed.Gabriel smiled as he looked out the window. He loved the way the good Reverend fucked him. His booty was itching for more. He exhaled audibly.“What you thinking about,.