As a side project, they discussed writing a comprehensive history based on the stories they'd heard from the people they'd gotten to know from the Mas...nic Home. With two plus years of visits to many different people there, some no longer with us, they had the makings of a multi-volume set of books. First, they would contact those who were still alive to get permission. In the case of those who had passed away, they would attempt to get permission from family. It turned out that getting the. Manager to have their night crew save forty of the heavy duty boxes that their pre-packaged meats come packed in, saying that he’d pick them up early on Sunday morning.When he came to pick up the boxes, one of the employees wheeled one of the two large carts of boxes out to their parking lot and set them on the curb, right next to Jack’s van. Jack started removing the partitions from the boxes, so he could fit three boxes together in a smaller space before loading them into the van that he’d. So I spent my afternoons with L***, and my nights with M***.M*** it turns out was 30, and vastly experienced. But she wasn't wild. She was the calming hand, who would cut me off of the booze and got me to buy her out, then take me home and make love.I still think of her sometimes. Yeah, I think that I loved her too.But I was still wild, and on my last payday, I went to a place in the off limits section.It was a three story building that was a bar on the first level, whorehouse on the second. Felt amazing thinking of all the kinky stuff that happened to me since I moved. Must have been like 15 or 20 min of that, and I was close to cum. But then I heard a quiet knock on my door. I threw the blanket on me. And pretended to be asleep. The door opened. Guess it wasn't locked. I opened one eye slightly though it was really dark. The only lighting came from a lamppost outside my front door.“Hey, Brian. You ok dude ??” It was Charlie. “Brian, hey Brian. I'm going to fuck your girlfriend” I.