Or, it might be hours. I was traveling — airline ticket and hotel registration — under a false flag. An alternative ID set that I’d used in the ...ast. Rachael Adams.The credit card bills go to a mail service in Omaha. A certain clerk forwards my mail to a different name at a Chicago service. Then it’s overnighted, using a third fictitious name, to a KC PO Box. Not impossible to trace, but it would take some work. In fact, a lot of work.In any case, I didn’t plan to wait for the Butler Brothers. I need to fuck you!”Before I could reply, urgent kisses rained down on my lips, face and neck. Natalie’s hand was down the front of my jeans in a flash and I felt her fingers probing my soaking wet gash. All I could do was reply in a growling voice that I didn’t recognise, “Fuck me, Natalie, fuck me!”Her fingers were fully inside me now. Her turn to pump me. Her kisses concentrating on my ears and neck with its high-speed link to my pussy. My knees started to tremble as I still leaned against. "What's up" I asked as I slid into the booth opposite her."You know full well Rob. Kirby needs someone to lean on right now and she wants it to be you." I'm sorry Linda, but it can't be me." Why not Rob? Why are you being such a hard ass toward her?" Her asshole husband is going to fuck her up again as soon as he doesn't have to pretend being grateful for her help anymore and it will be because of what I did to him. He will see it as all her fault and he will take it out on her. I'm not going. Upon returning home, he hoped that the passed time would somehow make her miraculously appear in their bed. Instead, he found the emptiness he was trying to escape.Falling down on the living room floor while removing his shoes, he lay weeping -- drunken tears of self-pity, unable to accept what he had done to cause her to leave. With a giant sob, he allowed the darkness of sleep to blanket him.Threads and remnants of life's reality appeared in his dream and were woven into a mental tapestry,.