”Ms. Chickering handed me a dozen sheets of paper, smiled, and closed her briefcase in preparation for leaving. She said, “Come, I’m on my way t... the bookstore. I spend a few hours there daily as a part time job. You can get an early start on learning what to do.”She mentioned Jonathan Morgan several times on the way to the book store. She finally admitted that she was excited that he had asked her out for dinner this evening. She sounded like a high school girl. I told her that I really. The leaves fall, gently brushing across my body, cleansing me of my long exile. The salty tang of the sea has been replaced with the gentle odor of dirt and plants, life and death. I allow the leaves to bury me as I gaze at an errant ray of light that has pierced the canopy overhead. For the first time since my boat was cut loose I remember contentment. I grasp at it as it swirls before my feet. A soft voice beckons me from my leafy grave. I shake the bark that has sealed my eyes closed loose. Her other hand squeezed my nuts one last time as she sucked the large cock head like a vacuum.The first thick rope of sperm hit the back of her throat, she quickly swallowed and the next load filled her mouth. She swallowed quickly, then slipped the spurting head from her mouth and pointed my cock at my abdomen as more sperm shot out from the slit. Covered in cum, she smiled, “That was some load, guess I’ll have to clean you up, stud.” Her hands released their grip and she licked all the cum. How about Italian?’ His voice sounded stressed. We both arrived an hour before we were to meet Hunter and Elizabeth. I went into my office to gather up papers. Thomas went out to the garden. We had a nice luncheon for the first time we didn’t speak of work. I saw Thomas as a relaxed man. Making me laugh at the interpretations of the surroundings. His wit was very well honed. Seeing this side of him caused me to become more tuned into him. His many layers fascinated me. The sounds of chimes.