”“Well, maybe he did. He left a letter for me, but I forgot all about it until just now. If you’ll wait here, I’ll run upstairs and get it.”...��Yes, perhaps you should.”I found my jacket hanging on a kitchen chair where I put it when I got back from town. The letter was in the inside pocket. I grabbed it and hurried back down to the basement.“Here it is. Uh, should I go ahead and read it?”“Please do. It might provide some explanation.”I flopped into my chair, tore open the envelope and began. It’s okay. You’ve always got a friend here. Hell, if you knew half the shit I did, if you got all filled up with my secrets, you’d go straight insane. C’mon, don’t be afraid.” Well, here goes. “I was basically emotionally abandoned. The people you met today, those aren’t my real parents. They took me in when I was 9, took care of me. My real parents died when their meth lab exploded.” I proceeded to lift my shirt to show her where the meth had hit my side, had almost burned my left kidney. I’d. The pile was now really a crowd, but several pairs of hands were molesting the trim body. ‘We thought you had him under control. That poor coach!’ ‘Poor coach my… Do you know what she said this morning? She wanted to know how much she had to pay to stay here!’ I sat up and peeled the briefs down, exposing an attackable butt. My slaps were soft. ‘You let me have her until noon. I have some ideas. Ideas NOT involving more sex. At least not right now.’ Sharon was squirming and making little. Ian, her husband, got in beside her. AsSharon said good bye to our hosts and went to get in beside me, but stoppedshort and got in beside Ian. We then set off for home. Ian was ignoring his wifeand enjoying being squeezed in beside Sharon. It was clear to me that he wassoon sliding a hand under her dress and she was not objecting too much. With anyleft-hand bend he moved closer, and with no objection from her he must have hada hand well above her stocking top. I made a comment about would they.