There was one picture attached; it had been taken Oct 7, 2008: 3:23 am. Mary was lying fucked out beside the younger black man. Her older lover must h...ve taken the picture. His leg was just visible in one corner of the photograph. The bed was a mess, John could see wet spots. No one wore clothes, both fuckers looked exhausted. “That is one fucked up, fucked out picture, that's for sure.” John jacked a dribble, showered and began his work day. THURSDAY NIGHT John's phone rang shortly after. So he had to find the perfect balance.Once his classes ended, he took off to get home. While most kids had a fancy, gas-guzzling SUV or a brand new, untouched expensive sports car, he had opted in for a motorcycle. A beautiful Yamaha R1, while inexpensive to maintain, makes for a fast crotch rocket.While walking to his bike, Emily approached him.“Hey, my house is pretty far from here, and I don’t have any money on me to take the bus. Could you please give me a ride home?” she asked him.“No can. "Where are the other two?" Office. Are you going to bring Zane in?" Yann looked hopeful. "Juan said he's a good fit so far." Who's running this show, anyhow?" I chuckled. "Shouldn't you be mowing or weeding or something?" I'm babysitting." Yann gave me a coy look. "There were some wild animals in the house this morning. They frightened the children." That loud, huh?" Ivan was going to have to tone it down. Maybe I should gag him? "I'll right. I haven't made a decision about the new guy. Let me. Pillows were dragged by their hundreds to prop my head in this position from whence I could observe the preparations below my waist. Surrounding my recumbent member a net, raised on many poles, had been strung parallel to the ground to a diameter of about two feet and the extremities extended beyond the sides of my body. At each side were ladders for mounting to the net. In the centre of the net an open topped conical structure, incomplete on the side where my member flopped, raised to a height.