I could feel the warmth of him so i knew he was close. He slowly put one hand on my arse. Gently stroking my cheeks and tickling the inside of my thig...s. I couldn't believe what was happening but it felt so good, i couldn't tell him to stop. He was teasing me with his hands. I could feel myself getting wet. I tried to turn to him but he bent me over and ripped my pants down. He kissed my thighs and told me how he had wanted to fuck me for weeks. he took a finger and slipped it into me. he. There's bacon, eggs. I found some toast and honey. Hope that suits you?”My face lit up as much as my ongoing detoxification allowed. “Whoa, really? Bacon? You're really spoiling me here. Too bad my parents only hired you for such a short period.”“Oh you,” she commented, the brightest smile on her face and kissed my forehead while tousling my hair like a little brother's.Luckily, I was too tired to try to interpret this in any way. Otherwise, my head would have gone ballistic with speculations. That was sort of the kiss of death to a teenaged boy looking to act cool at that time.Next month was October and Halloween would be upon us again. That was the time of year that my sister got sort of weird if it were possible for her to get even weirder than she already was. She and her girlfriends generally stuck to their own company and were close-mouthed about their secret witchcraft but sometimes they would make me sit down and listen to them put a spell on something or other. I figured. I decided to takeher up on it and took the bus to LA. When I arrived in LA, I called heragain, but our schedules were messed up, she was expecting me thefollowing week. I decided to wander around the bus station before Icaught a ride back south. I went in to the cafeteria and sat down to havea coke while I waited for my bus. A man came up and asked if he couldjoin me at the table, and I said it was okay.He was probably 40 years old, Hispanic and was very nice. We talked for awhile and then it.