You must think I’m a cheap slag.”“Not at all, Ros; you were pretty sick, and needed someone to be with you. Actually, to be honest; and you prob...bly think I’m a little strange or something; holding your hand and hearing you piss ... that sounded pretty sexy, in fact.”“Oh, really? You thought that sounded sexy?” She looked down, and her face blushed a light shade of pink. She looked at me, and smiled. “Maybe we might be able to do something about that. Actually, if I hadn’t felt so ratshit, I. ”****For a while I let myself get carried away. I forgot about Baz and Phil and the others. There was just no room for them in my mind, especially since another part of me was being filled effortlessly. Despite Dave’s considerable size I accommodated him easily. I was so wet, so ready and willing that he just slid in, the blunt knob-end parting me as he went in to his balls.I gulped and blinked, my fingers gripping the bulging muscles in Dave’s arms, my knees hooked around his forearms.“We’re. He never was a proactive person,and so when he lost his job and got comfortable with the idea that I, as awoman on the way up, would provide for him, any ambition in life left him."So you put him in your clothes?" Mother asked.Adam's face when he heard this made me smile. No spilled wine this time,thankfully, but he did almost forget to pour my coffee."Yes," I said, "although actually he put them on himself at first. You seehe was out of work for about three months at that point. No savings. Farron was as far from it as he could have gotten. The file on Mr. Farron was far from complete, it included known hang outs, alias’s, a bit about him being something of an enigma, no birthdate or place was provided. The young man sitting in the modern wheelchair looked to be no more than 16. ‘Mr. Farron?’ Deke asked not sure that his guess had been correct. ‘Please call me Cryptic.’ Simon said as he wheeled his chair around and headed back down the hall, not waiting for or inviting Deke to.