“I don’t have that much.” “But that’s where I come in,” Trudy whispered next to me. “I’ll buy her as a… gift, of sorts.” “You’...…” I stared at her. There was no softness in her eyes. “What do you get out of it?” “I’ll get to watch…” Again, she tilted her head, and the corner of her mouth twitched. “...and to take photos.” “No!” I protested. “No photos!” “No photos, no Tracy. It’s easy. But just imagine, you could have her for a whole night. Can you imagine how it would be to slide the stockings. After it all ended I dropped her at her home and left.Since we had exchanged our numbers the very next day I texted her and we made plans of meeting again….And decided to go to hookah parlor the next day I would pick her up from after and my classes and we then we would go to the place….So the next day after finishing my classes I picked her up and went to the hookah parlor…..Well I was very excited since the first day I saw her and wanted to make some advancements towards that’s why I decided. For the second night I quickly said good night and continued upstairs but in the back of my mind I sensed that she really was flashing me. That night I went to bed with a hard-on and ended up fucking my wife.The next night I could catch my mom stealing glances at me as we watched television. I guess I was doing the same thing as I was trying to figure out what was going on in my mom’s head. A couple of times she smiled at me. All very strange. The same routine as the previous two nights but. Message six was a hang up.Number seven: Sorry dad I had to get away. I have decided to see the almost shrink. I need help. This is not your fault. Call Jon, he needs to explain about the truck. I’ll call you later.I decided not to call Agent Wilkes until I spoke to Mica. I pushed her memory number, and it went directly to message. “Leave it and I’ll call, or not.”“It’s Ed. Maybe I’ll talk to you, if you call. Or not. Oh the FBI is ridin’ after me.”I called to leave a message on Jon’s phone..