Oh shit……….It was the guy that had seen her outside the gents toilets.“Kathy, this is John, you know, the guy I told you about.”Kathy tried ...o compose herself, and held out her hand.“Pleased to meet you John”John took her hand and shook it; he was temporarily lost for words as he recollected the toilet girl.“The pleasures all mine” he said with a wink.Oh Fuck, Kathy thought to herself, he remembers.She went into the kitchen, took a bottle of Merlot from the wine rack, opened it, and poured. But I noticed, too, that her inner pink pussy lips were protruding slightly. I closed my eyes and sighed, and began to knead the back of her thighs.I could feel my face flush, and a bead of sweat ran down my forehead into my eye. I was getting warm - whether from the exertion of the massage or my nervous tension, I didn't know.I continued for about ten minutes, alternating from leg to leg, working her muscles with both hands. I concentrated on the back and outer side of her thighs, trying. There was no ensuite in the master bedroom of the older home. He slid out of bed and padded toward the hallway. He stopped and went back for his shorts but couldn't find them. He wandered up the hallway. No one was in the bathroom and the kitchen was empty as well. He walked into the living room and peeked out through the curtains. His car was gone!"Damn it!" he thought, "Someone has stolen my car!" But that didn't make sense. He walked back to the bedroom and checked his pockets for his keys.. How you brought Bea home from the hospital because that was where she wanted to be on her last days on this earth, home. You took an unpaid leave of absence to care for her, doing everything yourself…. I know how you broke down and cried when Bea died, like you did in the theatre with Margaret…the only two times that Margaret ever saw you cry. I know that when you were a little boy you would stand toe to toe with the older boys, bullies, who made fun of your clothing and the way you looked and.