I loved the sound of the trains, but not everyone would, so the place was going to need heavy duty sound proofing. I didn't think that would be a big ...roblem, but it might. First I needed to take a look around town with fresh eyes.Even though spring was on the way, the temperatures were still pretty chilly in the evenings and mornings. It was into mid afternoon when the swamp couple left for their meeting with Jennifer. I considered the slip over parka, but I opted for something with easier. And the man knew it.He pulled me up off the ground and walked me to a full length mirror. He pushed me to the ground. “Fucking jack your dick to yourself in the mirror you little psycho slut” He said to me.And I did. I put on a show, fucking lusting after myself in the mirror like a perverted little slut. Caressing and touching myself. This was incredible, in a weird fucked up way. I was getting turned on looking at my sweaty, wax and cum covered tiny body, convulsing and pulsating as I. There was a woman out front in a gray business suit who looked to be about 30. She was pretty in a no-nonsense, executive woman kind of way, and she looked impatient."That's not very good customer service, to make people wait," she said, tapping her fingernails on the counter. "I can see why you have no business here if you treat your customers like this." I'm sorry," Arnie said. "I was busy in the back. My assistant was helping me. What can I do for you?" I'm here to buy a box of donuts for my. The legal system protects itself well and covered dirt faster than a cat covering shit. I decided to have an estate sale, sell the contents of our home, sell the house and go somewhere, anywhere. I was a plague on my social group. Cherie had a large life insurance policy to which I was beneficiary. I had money to live on for a few years and maybe longer if I became a complete recluse. Time would tell. I loaded my car with the few things I still owned and watched my life disappear in the rear.