After browsing through a few issues, I realized much of the content mirrored my fantasies.I put them back in the briefcase, then turned on his laptop....It booted up to a password screen. After trying a few things without success, for the heck of it, I finally entered, “FuckM3@11y!”Oh, my god, it worked! Did he have the same thoughts about me as I did for him? I didn't dare to believe it, but what other realistic explanation could there be for his password and those magazines?Investigating. Several hours later and several drinks later Colin was leading Shayna the flight attendant up to his hotel rooms for some playtime. So far he had learned that Shayna was recently divorced at 25 and had an affliction for chick flicks with actors he could not stand and Prada shoes. None of which he could give a damn about. Just the same he listened and lead her by her soft manicured hands to his room.Once inside he began to kiss and stroke her plump tits through her flight uniform. She panted and. My mouth continued on, “Then you came. And I, well, err, umm...”Her expression changed to confusion.“I mean, I guess.” I continued. I wasn’t sure what was really coming out of my mouth.“You guessed what?” she pressed.“I guess after you came I just wanted to see if I could do it again, you know.” I spouted.“Do it again?” she asked with that “what what the fuck” look was back on her face again.“Yeah, you know, make you cum again.” My mouth was on a roll. “I mean you climbed on top of me and it. The wheels of justice would grind slowly for a while, but Arlington would never take another breath of free air. Unfortunately, though, he wasn’t quite finished with his malevolent ways.I’m not jogging yet — upper thigh injuries can be tricky — but I’m back to walking five miles a day. Minimum.The scar is under two inches long. A hard, white ridge, raised a little. Vanessa often traces her finger along it. At night, in our bed.Hobo, and this may be projection on my part, seemed to miss Adam..