”“Good,” he said, holding my gaze. “Let’s get you settled then.”We had packed what I needed in my car and he helped me carry everything in...ide.“So, I’ll show you to your room and then I’ll give you the grand tour. Get excited,” he instructed.“Oh, I am,” I said playfully.We walked down a bright corridor and into a spacious room with a large bed and assorted furnishings.“Is this my room?” I asked, admiring how cozy and roomy it was.“Sure is,” he replied.We moved everything into my room and, as. God was he hot. His dick was probably about the same size as mine, about 2 soft. Neither of us was circumcised. We headed down the stairs to the kitchen and closed the curtains. The sun easily penetrated the curtains and lit up the room. Even with them open, there wouldnt have been any good visual for the neighbours to see any part of the house. It was pretty far outside the city and surrounded by trees at different places. He walked over to one of the kitchen drawers and took out some bread. I. As soon as he saw me standing over him, Mendez started cussing me for all he was worth. He was sitting with his back against the wall by then, gingerly trying to remove his shoe. Mendez was pallid from shock, and bleeding right smartly. He'd live though, and with the medical care here in the future, he would probably be good as new in a few days. Not that it mattered to me, because I thought a little suffering was what someone as evil as he needed.Help arrived ten minutes later in the form of. A new lonely bed. Mike had organized the move and included the purchase of a badly needed replacement. The old bed was beyond its life any way. There was no loss in it. I was not looking forward to sleeping alone, I was dreading it. You get comfortable living with someone, even if that person was bad for you. Having someone physically there acknowledges that you are still alive, and not just in your own head. And now she is gone. Needed to be done, but it still is bittersweet. I was not.