She put them in a hamper and then grabbed what looked like a t-shirt out of a drawer. She stood in the doorway, put on the t-shirt and shut the light....I listened as her bare feet walked around the bed and she pulled back the covers on the other side and lay down before covering up again. She was laying on her side with her back to me. I continued to pretend to be asleep and turned toward her with my hand landing around her waist and I snuggled in tighter. My hard cock was pressing my boxers. He didn't repeat in any one hotel, Vegas, Reno or Laughlin, more than once a year. When he felt that his luck might change in Nevada, he would travel to Biloxi or to Atlantic City, but he hated to be away from C.C. for too long. Expert at his trade, he had never left a fingerprint, and his activities were never linked. He earned just as much working once a week as did his girlfriend, who worked three and a half weeks a month on her back and knees, servicing guests with all of her points of. My father passed away and I inherited a house where I lived with no mortgage. I was doing okay. Then, one day I received a phone call from my cousin Mary. By this time we were both in our forties. After living for years with her insanely jealous husband she had had enough. Her two children all but grown and she had to escape. Could she stay with me for a while, she'd asked. Naturally I welcomed her into my home. She arrived a couple of days later, her clothes and possessions packed in a green. He said that I could have saved gas by meeting you at the church. I told him, ‘No way.’ I then asked if he wanted to save gas and he answered no. It just got funnier and funnier.”She looked at me though I was perhaps stranger than most men as I drove us to the church. I added, “You had to be there. It was male humor.”I pulled into a parking spot and turned off the engine. “I love you, Claudette.”She smiled back at me. “I love you, Eric.”I said, “Claudette, it’s going to take some effort.