The house was unusually empty. Steve and John, my flatmates, were at some sports event for the weekend. Kim, my girlfriend had said she would come aro...nd, but had not turned up so far. Usually when Steve and John came back at this time on a Saturday night there was nothing tentative or quiet about the way they entered the house, or the volume of the tv one would turn on while the other got a beer from the fridge. I was upstairs, but directly above the back door. When they were not there, in the. He drove his left hard into her gut.She grunted loudly as the wind was driven from her lungs but kept her hands in front of her face. He followed immediately with a combination to the body, a right to her upper abdomen and a left into the ribs on her right side. This time he put a little weight behind his punches. She groaned in pain and lowered her gloves from her face. His next right caught her across her left cheek and eye. It was the hardest punch to her face so far and she yelped in pain. As we did that, I saw Lynette move her mini-moog synthesizer around to the back of the Yamaha piano and my brother Patt slid behind that Baby-G.“A couple of us are going to slow it down some for you now. I’m real happy to say that my brother Patt, Patt Nevins will be playing piano on this Meatloaf song. I hope y’all enjoy our version of Heaven Can Wait.”Patt then began the introduction to this lovely song and Lynette easily picked her spots to beautify his piano sound on her synthesizer. As. You?”"Oh yeah, as often as I can get hard." I jerk off at least three or four times a week. What about you?” he asks."Well, I’m older than you. So, if I can beat off a couple of times a week, I’m happy."There is a pause in our conversation and I notice that one of his hands is over his crotch. He is not openly squeezing it but, if I wasn’t there, I guess he might be."If you’re interested in getting a hummer, I can give you her number.”“Well,” he chuckles, “my pecker is hard as a rock right now.