So, I’m going to promise you that I’m not going to take advantage of your vulnerability and emotional turmoil and press you into an afternoon of u...bridled passion. It would be nice but it wouldn’t be fair.”I stopped and waited for a response. She had listened quietly and I saw her nod a couple of times. I’d built up some credibility both with her daughter and then with her so I thought I could make this one appeal and be done with it, at least for a while. She was working it over and I really. In the hallway, I breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against thewall for a second. I turned to leave, my cock still visibly hard, andstopped dead in my tracks. Jay stood at the end of the hallway. The lookon his face was one of amusement and superiority. I tried to hide my hardcock, but he had already seen it and the sight of him, tall, straight andtoned only made it more visible. Jay's door was halfway down on the otherside of the hall. He stepped up to it, slid his key into the hole. In the stall next to it were two miniature versions. Single-seat go-cart type machines.Way off to the side, in a dusty corner, where the unused and discarded equipment was parked and forgotten was a carriage. Something that I had only seen pictures of. An English Phaeton. You could almost imagine the king and queen being carried down the county fair parade. Pulled by a matched pair of blacks. It was dusty and dirty and needed a lot of TLC.“These are the quads,” Carl called me over to the. . Nevermind."He laughed at that. "You're a good friend, Erin. I'm going to stop bytonight and pick up my stuff I left there and hang up my clothes fromlast night." Sure," I replied. "You're more than welcome."* * *At lunch time I got a phone call from a number that I didn't recognize.I answered. "Hello?" Hi, is this Aaron?" the person on the phone asked.I sighed. It must be another telemarketer wanting to sell me on carwarranties. "No. Aaron no longer owns this phone number." Wait! Dr. Fry.