Do my lenses, and then I'll lock you away again."It didn't take long so half an hour later Greg was back in his cage."I'll give you a ride home, and I...d like to talk to your wife."Why?" To tell her what a saint her husband is. Will she be home when we get there?" Maybe, it depends on how it's gone. I sent her a text to say I was held up at work so she might not hurry home."As it happened, they arrived together. Julie could tell in a second that Greg was nervous. "What's your wife's name?" Liz.". .. a couple go months ago ... in the Chinook ... remember that?” I said.“Uh huh,” in trio.“My trailer got invaded, when it was all over I had a pair of pickups and 22 million dollars.”“WHAT?”“You don’t want to know.”“Did ya dump ‘em in the Acme Coal Fire?. Did ya? huh?” said George. “That’s where daddy dumps his deaders.” George slapped his hand over his mouth. Through his fingers he mumbled, “I din’t say nufink.”George is a stellar bass player. He’s rock solid ... never misses. He might be a. “Is it true, is it really so” ? ? she asked, as if asking the question to herself.“Yes it is so. I am sure your son, my friend, also crave for you”, I said.“I don’t know,” was her reply.By the time I had removed my dhothi. I took her hand and directed it to my erect cock. She gripped it with all her eagerness and was so happy feel a cock in her hands after years of sexless life.I didn’t want to remove her underskirt immediately as I had decided to go slow, to set her on fire and to give maximum. And there were times when whole pages that begged to be read aloud passed across his lips, the sheer beauty of their words singing through him until tears ran down his face. Of course, there were times too, when he would read whole passages with one interpretation in his mind, only to discover later that his context was skewed, and everything would shift into a new perspective. Or darker times, when it seemed as if the book were closed, and he could not read even one word, no matter how hard.