What's more, she intended to do it behind my back. I don't know how she expected to hide it from me since we have sex five or six times a week and the...e is no way I wouldn't know what she'd been doing once I slid my dick in her. The only way she could hide it would be to cut me off altogether and that in itself would make me suspicious. I suppose that I could have made things easier by just telling her that I had been in the closet, that I had gotten turned on watching, and that I had loved. As far as Ethan was concerned, she hadn’t any idea what happened to him. She just assumed he got hauled off to some institution for the sexually insane. Good for his little butt. Other than right now, she hadn’t thought of him too much. The last thing she wanted to do on Devil’s Night was working late doing the books. Her idea of a cozy, haunted night was to be in front of her television watching anything scary featuring her favorite, Mr. Vincent Price. Weirdos and slashers were her thing, for. It seemed that she was very into it. She told me that she was happy for me. She also told me about how she thought that all the guys I dated were not right for me. She wanted to tell me that I seemed miserable but wanted me to lead my own life. Hours passed by and before we knew it, it was time for bed.That night I had my recurring dream again. Only something was different about it. I still could not see her face but I could smell something. It was very distinct and smelled great. I. I wasn’t sure of myself at first; I’m just glad I had a lot of good blocking on that one.”“Outlaw, they couldn’t have caught you had you been out here by yourself!” he told me just as Ben, Jimi, Martine and the rest of the gang caught up to me.“Man, Outlaw — that was some kickoff return! You had mud and grass flying up behind you like you were spinning your wheels!” Jimi told me.Ben slapped my shoulder pads then bumped fists with me. “Just when I think you’ve shown us all there is to see.