He was forty, a bachelor, and dated hot, young things. Everyone knew that. "Don't believe everything you read," he told me. At least he didn’t look ...mused anymore. "It's okay," I told him, my tone a hint nastier. "You're not my type either. I like nice men." His face got redder. "Do you want to go over more paperwork?" "I think I'm done for the night." Then, something seemed to occur to him and that predatory, amused expression found a home on his face again. "Next week? Same time and place?". The shattered large tempered plate glass panels across the core living room where they looked out over the patio had all been replaced except right where most of the construction was going on. He could also see that there had been significant activity on the roof, suggesting that the permanent roof was complete over the top of the girders and special plywood that made up the base. Inside he could see that the walls had already been installed with metal studs. The burned and twisted wreckage was. She glanced at the caller id. It was her boss. She answered the phone with him still inside her. He was on his way over, one flight down and needed to speak to her urgently. He knew from the online work calendars that she was free. In a panic she pulled down her skirt opened the lock and tried to tidy herself up. At that minute her boss walked through the door. Her secretary ducked under her desk, the were both about to come at that moment and still needed to see through their lust. Her manager. He walked in to the out house. He was a man in his early thirties. He was similar in size and build to Fr. Vincent. But his face looked very ugly. He had a scar across his face and two long teeth’s in front which reminded me of ghosts. He placed the candle on the table and hugged mom without uttering a word. They kissed each other for a few minutes.Before going any further, let me describe my mother. Her name is Maria and she is 37 years old. She has very big boobs and nicely built ass. But her.