‘I’m not.’ ‘I’m in the same boat, I guess. Divorced. Kids grown.’ ‘You have grown up kids?’ I nodded and grabbed a framed picture of ...he three of us and handed it to him. He examined it closely. ‘Wow. How old are they?’ he asked. ‘My daughter is twenty and in college. My son is eighteen and lives with his dad now.’ John looked at me with raised eyebrows. ‘They’re good looking kids. How old are you?’ ‘Thirty-eight. I started early.’ ‘I thought you were younger. Maybe around thirty. You look. My son held me closer resting my head on his bony chest. He kissed me on the top of my head and held me tight. I closed my eyes soaking in the comfort he was giving me. Then out of nowhere came this sensation like some sort of water rinsing over my body and I felt clean for the first time in many years. My mind felt cleansed, my heart felt cleansed and my body felt cleansed. I could think straight again and I couldnt feel any pain. I no longer had any self loathing or desire to die all I. ” Carla smiled and let out a little giggle. “I have a roommate, Maryann. I called her up and told her I was bringing a man home.” There was a pause and she said, “We are lovers, and we’ve been wanting a man to join us, but it had to be the right man. I think she’ll approve once she meets you. She gets off work about right now. She’ll be here soon.” Carla was laying flat on her back, looking up at me. My cock was pointing at the ceiling and Carla grabbed it in her fist. “Oh! I see that urns you. Edgar’s idea of an FBI agent. Short brush cut hair, black suit, skinny black tie and a blindingly white shirt. I was sure that, if I looked, I would see my reflection in his shoes from 2 yards away. Following behind was an older and more rumpled version. I could see the grey at his temples. He also had a slight grin, his eyes crinkled with amusement.“Officer,” the younger one barked, “Why isn’t the prisoner restrained?”Stunned, Paul answered “Mr. Reynolds isn’t under arrest. And up to this.