I walked over to Luis and asked him if he could come inside and look at a dry-wall project I needed to do in the playroom. He said sure and came acro...s the street.Damn, it was no time until I told that little fucker I wanted his dick in my mouth, and we ended upstairs in bed. The sweat from his balls was damn sweet once I got his painter’s pants off. Fuck, did he look good laying against the pillows, smoking and playing with his hairy balls while I sucked his dick and pulled his skin over. When we walked inside I saw her husband a middle aged thin and gruff looking man sitting on the couch staring at the television. Shannon introduced me and he responded with a mumble that I imagined was a greeting. I smile politely and we made our way into the kitchen. Dinner wasn’t anything extravagant spaghetti meatballs and garlic bread. While she prepared the meal we talked and laughed and I could hear the volume on the TV get louder. She smiled embarrassingly at me and I winked back at. And the floor itself iskind of black and slimy in areas, especially in the corners of the showerroom. And then as I was getting ready to pick up one of the cleaner barsof soap to shampoo my hair, I started thinking about how it had probablybeen stepped on by a bunch of boys with major cases of Athlete's Foot andI thought "Uh, no thanks So I just wet my hair by sticking my head underthe shower, and then dried my hair with a towel, and that had to be it."Right around the end of the school year I. The next time ... you never know.”“As for me,” said the Reverend, “if you’ll allow me, I’ll stay the way I am.” He picked up a bath towel, spread it out on his easy chair and sat down. “It had become a habit in Brazil and, in spite of the twenty-five years we spent here, when all the upset arrived two years ago, old habits quickly resurfaced and I find that I can no longer go back.”“What upset?”“Oh, that is quite the story but let us wait for Sarah to come back down. It’s a story better told.