None of us ever said a word.The van drivers changed as regularly as the vans. Once, I recognized the driver as the grizzled old black panhandler, neat...y groomed and wearing an electrician’s uniform. His nametag said “Jackson.” When he handed me the laptop, he saw the recognition in my eyes and gave me a wordless wink of recognition.I could tell Amber and Tommy were still worried about me, but I’d told her the truth. I had nowhere else to go.Time went by faster than I expected; it seemed like I. ‘No just thinking of the bad day that I’ve just had.’ ‘Ah!’ soft and sympathetic, and full of understanding, and then she started to rummage around in her oversized bag. She dug out an old moth eaten paperback and curling her feet up under her, she began to read. Sam glanced down at the floor to see her discarded shoes, they looked tiny almost childlike, if they had not been so ridiculously high, pale blue stilettos that matched the knee length flowing summer dress she wore. She wore her blond. I mean, really! Tina had put too much bleach in the last load of laundry, so when I put them on that morning, my underwear was ripping and tearing all day long. I hadn't noticed until it was too late!Anyway, I didn’t care at this point because my wife had my dick in her mouth and was sucking away, rather gloriously, I might add. Cotton briefs and the accompanying holes long forgotten, my wife led me by the dick over to where Pauline was sitting on the bed. She pushed Pauline gently onto her. She can surprisingly often anticipate what I need and have it ready when I realize it. A prime example of that is my sexual needs. Yes, she even prepared and signed a release from sexual harassment. Typical!She is twenty-one, single, average size, and reasonably attractive. I am a loner, workaholic type about ten years older than she. After settling into her job which pays rather well for a recent graduate, she noticed that I didn’t have a social life. She gently pried out of me confirmation.