I went near her and wiped her tears. We started speaking like close friends sitting on the couch. She leaned against my shoulder while talking. Occasi...nally her boobs were brushing my triceps, but she was okay with it.I was getting to see more of her cleavage now. I was very hard down under and the temperature of the room made me still hornier. I didn’t even know that I wrapped her around while talking. She was leaning on my chest. I was cracking some jokes about my past.She was laughing. So, I got what I could into a backpack and took my skateboard and backpack and the money I had stashed away which was about $300 from the summer job I'd worked at this deli, and fuckin took a bus toward the city. So I've been living in the same residential hotel since I moved here and the day I moved in is when I met the hotel manager and he was fixated on me the minute I moved in. He charged me for a week at first and said I could start paying by the month after I got some work. He also. Now he ran around, sniffing the evidence of previous canine passersby while I changed into my boots and packed up our stuff.We were later hitting the trail than I would have liked, but I’d had some business to take care of first. Now, in the uncrowded parking lot at the trailhead the soft susurrus of the wind in the pines combined with the scent of sage, conifers, and moisture to melt away my stress, leaving me relaxed and content, eager to immerse myself in the mountains and woods that I so. Way back in the corner of my father's closet under some old playboy's, I found 3 videotapes.I recognized them immediately as the tapes from my dad's video recorder, they were labeled "Mountain Vacation", "Golfing Weekend" and "Ski Trip", I thought back to the times I had been left with a sitter while my parent's went on those vacations. Now I was curious and anxious to watch the tapes. I wanted to know what made them so secret they had to be hidden in the back of dad's closet.I took the tapes.