”“I’ve spent a lot of time teaching you things,” he said. “If I hadn’t spent all that time teaching you, I could have gotten the work done...by myself.”“But why do you want to be by yourself?” I asked. “Obviously you like women. And like I said, you’re not ugly. So how come you don’t have a girlfriend, or even a wife?”“I had a girlfriend, but it didn’t work out. It was so unhappy I decided not to go through that again.”“Why didn’t it work out?”“She slept with my best friend.”“Oh.”“So not only did. Maybe in Oregon, Washington and Idaho as well. He might have created a new identity for himself since he skipped parole, so look for an alias with the same body type. Again concentrate on pharmacies, but possibly liquor stores and convenience stores. Maybe even vagrancy or drunk and disorderly, though those might be too frequent and not so well documented." What do you have in mind?" asked Kenneth."I may be working on hope, but I get a sense the guy talked. He's proud of his villainy. I'm. .... Oh my god baby fuck. That kiss...."She crashed her lips back against mine and as we swayed and staggered Isteered her into the bedroom. I slid her dress down over her hips and kneltbefore her as I slipped my fingers under her panties and pulled them down.As I stood back up I pushed her gently back onto the bed. I clambered upbetween her legs I dropped little red kisses up her legs until I was partingher swollen moist lips. I felt her body shudder wildly as my lips madecontact with her. The mystery man held my husband up with one arm while I opened the room and we took a few more steps to get him inside and let him collapse on the bed. I made sure he was lying on his side and looked up at the mystery man. He was checking out my cleavage and looked up at my eyes with a knowing look. I was a little embarrassed, I didn’t know what to say, but he reached over and stroked my cheek, and said, “Damn shame.” “What’s that?” I whispered as he closed the distance between us, now looking.