I know I left no finger prints on the paper or the envelope, and I moistened a sponge to wet the sticky flap, sealing everything inside.Just before I ...eft for my second year of college, the story broke. I had given up on them by this time. Apparently they had done a bit of investigation on my alias, first. Having discovered that the person known as The Psychic was for real, they started digging. After confirming a lot of what I had put into my letter, they had turned it over to state and. I pulled my shorts on and when I sat down beside her I saw she was gently crying.“What’s wrong, Shelia?” I asked her.“What’s wrong!!,” she exclaimed woefully. “ I’m wrong! I’m fucked-up.I was completely baffled by her outburst. “Shelia... mom, how do you mean; fucked-up?”She looked at me for quite a while. I could see she was debating whether to share a secret.Then, she did, her hand fondly caressed over my arms and chest.“Dick,when your father died, we hadn’t... “slept together” for a long. I dont know a lot of girls who can carry those boobs as her. And with her broad neck dress, she just gave the perfect view of her cleavage. Needless to say it was deep. I could just choke myself on her boobs. While I was standing beside her showing the work, my little buddy stood straight in my pants. He wanted out, to be loved by this beautiful girl. I could not hold longer I had to take it out. Seeing a chance, I rushed to the toilet and jerked my cock with all strength I had and in minutes I. "I mean, the night's still early.It's not even midnight yet. You don't have to work tomorrow." Heh. I'm a freelancer,"Robert said sleepily, eyes half-lidded,"I don'thave to work any tomorrow I don't want to."He raised his glass to toast his statement, drained it, then sloucheddeeper into the couch."Unless you want to pay bills," Arthur laughed."Yeah... That's true... I still have tooo..," Robert's head tipped slowlybackwards to rest on the couch cushion. His glass began to slip from.