' he replied. 'Who's calling?''You probably don't remember me, ' I said, still trying to push my voice down to a lower register. 'I'm Alex. Alex McMan...is. I used to live next door.''Of course I remember you, Alex, ' he replied. 'What brings you back into town after all these years?''I have a job here, ' I said.' It's in the Curator's office at the City Art Museum. I start next week. I'm just getting settled in my apartment.''That sounds like a great job for you, Alex, ' Mr. Joe said. I could. I walked up to the closed door, quietly opened it thinking I was about to catch my daughter having sex with her boyfriend Tom, I looked in to find not my daughter but her friend Amy, her legs spread with some guy pounding the shit out of her. Amy was moaning as this guy slammed his dick into her I watched for a minute or so then I could see he was about to cum, he gave Amy a couple more hard thrusts then started unloading into her, that's when I made my move! I swung the door open looked at. I tipped the swamper to give Jack a rub down and make sure he had some oats and corn to munch on.I went inside and had one of them German beers what was so good. While I was standin' at the bar, Kilgore came in, in his wheelchair. I nodded to him, but he very pointedly ignored me, and I had to smile to myself. He wasn't busy, so I asked the bartender ifen Kilgore used one of the whores. He assured me that Kilgore did, soz my curiosity got the better of me, and I asked what he did, since he was. He wears a whiteturtleneck sweater with white jeans."Hello Emma, it's so nice to finally meet you," he says, smiling in anostensibly friendly manner yet somehow making me feel uneasy. Hisexpression reminds me of a hungry dog. I try to get up off the floor butfind I can't move. All I can do is stay there kneeling."Thank you, Carly," he says, turning to her. "Could you fetch Emma adrink please?"Carly turns to me and asks if I'd like water and I just nod. If I candrink water here does that mean.