A neighbor of his advised us that a small squad of British had taken him away.Jonso conferred with a couple of elders. One of them, Arno, presided ove... the meeting. He called us to order. The first issue was Honso being taken by the British. That was, I found, an act of war. I then told of what had happened on my trip and to my home some time today. Jonso then told his story.There was little discussion. Once again, we were at war with the British. Arno, Jonso, and I would go to their house and. New house, new roommate, more serious study...and I've replaced that old boyfriend, with my new neighbors: a MAN-friend and his amazing, brilliant and hot wife. We three just clicked the moment we met the day I moved in; though the food, the music and wine helped in their awesome, renovated Southern home, when they invited me for a "sleep-over", as my electricity hadn't been turned on yet.That first night in their bed was like a fantasy, that I'd never imagined, come true. Their intensity grew. Steam pumped through my veins as I stretched. I felt limber and ready for our hour. Coach Bennett ran us through the last few steps and then she was clapping her hands in excitement, bouncing in place. I bet she was a cheerleader once upon a time.“All right, girls and...” She blinked. “Well, Mr. Derrickson, you are definitely changing things up. Boy and girls, let's go for a run. We'll go through the neighborhood. It's an easy route that we'll be running once a week, so you'll get used to it.. My belly feels tingly and full of butterflies hoping he'll touch me where She touches me.“She looks delish, Bro. I really can't wait to get her home. Do we have to go to the park first?” came the voice from the front.“Yes, I want to take her to the park. I want her to have fun. I want to show her off. I want others to want her like we do. I want others to see her like this. I want to see just how good she is,” said the man laying with me between kissing my lips and my ear. I want to make them.