Should he try something with Melody? What about whoever got her pregnant? Was she still with the father? When he heard her knock at the door, all of t...ose questions left his mind. They didn't matter anymore.Reaching quickly for the door knob, Jake anxiously opened the door. He smiled and moved aside so that Melody could step into the room. "Hi, I'm glad you could make it, Melody! You have no idea how much help I need." Well, I hope that I can help. I'm not that great of a teacher, but I guess. Do you mind if I ask you a couple of questions?”“Sure, no problem.”“Who’s the salesperson who sells the least number of vehicles, and is he working today?”“Yeah, that is Dave Sarget, and he’s inside I believe.”“Thanks.”I walked back out front and found mom looking at minivans. She was engrossed reading the price sheet on one. So, I snuck up behind her and poked her in the side.“Ahh, what the hell is wrong with you. Stop laughing, it’s not funny. Where have you been.”“Well, mother. I found some. I heard him say, "open your door so you can do it properly". I let go of him and as if I was in a trance I unbolted the toilet door.The door slowly swung open to reveal him stood there it's hard cock still jutting out of his trousers.He closed the door and lent back against it, I got down on my knees on the dirty floor and took it back into my mouth, as he undoes his trousers and let them drop to the floor. "Go on you little whore plan my balls as well" he said. I didn't need any more. Love you, Lisa. See you around.’ Kålrot owned almost nothing. He had a big backpack, a camping mattress and a sleeping bag. Some clothes. A toothbrush. He was used to sleeping just about anywhere, some friend´s floor, outdoors if the weather permitted, or he shacked up with some girl who was feeling maternal. He had lots of friends and his cheerful acceptance of whatever happened was attractive to many girls, at least for a while. Then they parted, almost always as friends. If he really had to.