I had opened the door and Sandy walked him into the living room. She sat him on a chair facing the couch. She sat me on the couch next to her. I put m... arm around her. She said, “John, tell us about it.”He said, “There’s not much to tell. She says I don’t give her joy anymore and she finds happiness in her hobbies and friends. Now, she just doesn’t want anything to do with me.”I said, “John, you married Pam six years ago. It was six months ago when my divorce started. I think you need to go. It should be a little cleaner because Wendy had licked it clean earlier. But then again, that was a few days ago and everyone had been walking on it since then.Once everything was done, I went back to the bedroom to tell them everything was ready. But I had to wait because they were in a 69, eating each other out. I missed that with my husband, but knew I would never get to do it again. It was very clear he no longer cared for me except as a slave, servant and slutty whore. Of course it excited. " he said as he handed him the second hundred dollar bill.Lane thanked his former teacher for the gift. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have looked." Lane said, as he began to put on his shoes."It's okay, like I said, it's my fault for putting them in the wrong box."There was an awkward moment of silence and Lane stood up after tying his shoelaces. Robert went into the bedroom to get his keys. He would let Lane drive his car while they took the rental truck back and he would drop Lane off after.He. I would be doing some prep work on the place for my move the next few evenings, and he was welcome to stop in anytime I was there to talk, drink a beer, or just hang out. In our conversations and texting sessions over those next several days, we got to know each other. Joey gave me his background story how he had been thrown out at 17 by his sperm donor for being gay, and that he had been on his own since then. Having to concentrate on surviving, there had not been time for much of a sex life.