.. I don't know what else to tell you. Can you just trust me when I say it's complicated, and I wish I could explain right now, but I can't?" I'll giv... it a shot, Jack. But there something you should know." What, Tommy? What is it?" Kristi knows." Kristi knows what?" That there's someone else." There's not ... shit. How do you know that? How do you know she thinks that?" She told me. Actually she asked me, and I said 'no way'. But I think she's still suspicious. I didn't realize until just now. The older pastor could see his young friend was troubled deeply. “What is bothering you my son?” he asked. “Well it appears a member of my congregation has stolen my bike” he replied.The elder said “If I may give you some advice you might get your bike back. Next Sunday preach on the 10 Commandments and when you get to ‘Thou shall not steal’ really emphasise it”.Well the next week they met again and the young pastor was once again riding his bike.“Well “ said the older one “I see my advice. ”“So two years at best. Have you had Mathew look at you?” I asked, and she nodded.“He helps keep the pain at bay on my bad days,” Lindell said.“Do you want a child?” I asked.She smiled sadly, “I would love a child. But I’ve not found a man I wish to leave it with.”“I would love our child,” I said.“And Kim?” she asked. I grinned as I think she was the only one who truly knew about us outside this house.“Yes, I think he would, he loves me very much,” I said.Lindell nodded and sat thinking for a. The entire consciousness of the woman kneeling between his knees was focused on the tube of soft-hard maleness in her hand and mouth. She moaned as she herself became aroused. The trickle of precum leaked onto her tongue: slightly salty, tangy -- he'd had a spicy lunch, she judged.He tried to eat, but the constant interruption of his building desire made his progress through the salad slow going. He longed to grasp her head in his hands and pump himself down her throat, but that would change.