This continued for a few weeks, until the monsoons when everything changed.I distinctly remember that fateful July day when it was pouring incessantly...all over the city. The fortunate few left early for their homes and the unfortunate few who were overburdened by work, stayed back. I was waiting at the reception making up my mind if I should drive back home or just spend the night in the safety of the office when a familiar voice called me. I turned around to see Neha.We said our hellos and. It wasusually just a matter of closing the offending window. Or if worst came toworst, closing the browser and deleting any history.Except this time I couldn't do any of those things. Wherever on the screenI clicked, whatever key combination I used, the message remained. Cursing,I held the power button down to restart the machine.The message disappeared and I grunted in satisfaction. But my relief wasshort-lived. Instead of turning itself off, the computer displayed inquick succession a series. He reached up for his boxer briefs and pulled them off quickly. I started stroking his cock, letting it slip through my fingers, not applying any pressure. I moved onto the floor, spreading his legs, and realized I still held the Jack Daniels bottle. Glancing up at him, smiling broadly, I asked him to move down some. When he was situated to my liking, I raised the bottle and poured a generous amount over his hardening cock. His loud intake of air let me know I had his undivided attention.. I would also love to show you my cabin. It belonged to my parents and they left it to me.” An image of their faces flashed across my mind and I continued in a quieter voice. “This is the first time I’ve been back since they passed away. It would be nice to have someone with me.” Sherry gave me a hug before turning and walking toward her bedroom. I smiled at her: memories of a long lost love in this area sprang into my mind. Funny that; hadn’t thought about it for many years.~~~~The next morning.