Now, I’m just me, and I don’t know who that is anymore.” “At least Lacy and Jack are on their own. Remember how Dick left me with Karen? I wan...ed her, and all that, but it was hard working and raising a teenage girl. It made us closer, but it was hard. I felt the same way then, Cassandra. I moped around pitying myself until it was pathetic. Then one day, I read this thing in a magazine. It said women give up a lot of themselves to take care of a family and when that family’s gone, sometimes. Thing is now, I’m DESPERATE to openly do it in front of Her – I’ve been lucky enough to worship girls who allowed me to do that, and it would be beyond lovely if Miss Jo-Ann did. The other thing is, it’s lovely when a girl makes me cum in my underpants, but I also love to rub as I watch Her, maybe standing on the street in my mac, or watching out my window. And when I worship a girl like I worship Miss Jo-Ann, I also want to rub watching Her. So I spend a lot of time trying to find ways of. I went back the minute she was gone, and I asked the house manager who she was. I said I thought she was a movie star living there and was she So-and-So? He laughed, shook his head, thinking I was a real dope, but went ahead and told me who she was. It was perfect. I just had to go back and check the mailboxes in the patio outside and I knew exactly what her apartment number was. The next step was simple.I appeared two days later, and rang her bell at the same time as on the day that I saw her. "I know some people who know some people," he said, "I'm sure somebody knows something." A safe bet," I replied dryly. He missed my sarcasm."I feel sorry for that poor soul who has to wait to get my dick. I'm getting sad just thinking about it. Fuck, I need to get laid; losing blows." Does it? I hadn't noticed." Again, he seemed to miss my sarcasm, too busy working his phone to acknowledge my comment. "Hey man, I have to ask you a question. How is it that you're so confident you'll get laid all.