That's why I played it safe," I said, thinking that's how Ned would have answered the question."You did all that could be expected of you," he said, m...king me wonder if he had been expecting more from me."Do you use a shotgun to chase parkers away Mr. Olsen?" I asked to readdress my original question."I won't shoot if I know it's you. What kind of car will you be driving?" It's a two year old Ford Pinto," I answered. "But it could be a Lincoln if her dad let's us use his car," I added, thinking. She was in her early 30’s.And in great shape. Her slender curves appeared distinctly below the tight salwar she used to wear on most days. Her boobs were lush, not too big but hugged perfectly to her salwar. I often got a hard on staring at her through my balcony when she’d sit in their front yard on that swaying chair. I wanted to fuck her. Tear that salwar off her lustful body, feel her beneath me, her rhythmic breaths and moans on my ears. Of course it was all a fantasy and I never expected. Dillon informed me he was going to help with her daughter’s first multiple-male submissive event. Jackson showed me his truly amazing sex-dungeon he had built in the basement of this luxury apartment building. With some helpful suggestions and simple demonstrations of some of his dungeon’s equipment, we co-planned Lynette’s initiation experience together.My sixteen-year-old soulmate briefly shuttered and cried out into my kiss as she ‘experienced’ the painfully pleasurable culminating. Had a load of kids. Yeah, I probably look like a pedophile, too. Amazing what people fill in when they have little information to go on.Problem is, I'm getting frustrated. I get frustrated, I get tense. I get tense, I start bursting. Goddamn. I really am a dumbfuck. I should've put off my escape til they fixed that.Oh, wait, another car coming. Damn, can't see who's inside, windows are tinted. Is he slowing down? Yeah, he... no he's not!... fuck! FUCK!Suddenly there's a screech, burned rubber,.