I believe he's re-entering the depression he felt when Caron died. It'll be about a year — yes, it's the anniversary on November the eleventh."Anne ...ooked stricken. "I'd forgotten. Actually, I'm not even sure I knew the date, anyway, but it was this time of year, wasn't it?" Yes, it was Remembrance Day last year. It's going to be really difficult for Stan this year, Anne. Everyone is going to remember that day, because of what it was, and the tie-in with Stan. It looks like he's already. Just when I had almost consigned myself to having to do this despite the risks, a most welcome sign appeared in my headlights saying,” Rest Area One Mile”. I could hardly believe my luck and it seemed a very long mile indeed. Finally it appeared and I pulled in and parked in front of the rather small restroom building whose lights seemed like a beacon of hope. The sound of chirping crickets was nearly deafening as I got out, briefly stretched, and then almost sprinted to the men’s room. The. It began to feel warm, and he felt her finger slip inside him. He was suddenly glad of the chain holding him up, as he didn’t think he could stand up by himself. She pressed against his prostate, causing him to writhe frantically. His dick was harder than stone, now. She rubbed around his hole, and then slid two fingers inside. The pleasure was mind-blowing. He was moaning and whimpering. She withdrew her fingers, and gently bit his ass. He jumped, and then felt the vibrator press. I scrunch up my nose and I shake my head in disapproval as I slowly sit down on the edge of the bed, feeling the mattress dip and squeak in protest under my weight. I cross my legs as I look across to see a cherry red dresser, the same design as each of the nightstands next to the bed. The dresser has four rows of drawers lined up on top of each other, the very top row has two mini dressers as if they were specifically to hold undergarments and socks. On top of the dresser sits a simple modern.