He would quote me numbers on the amount of water the town used last month and tell me it was over 200,000 gallons more then the month before. When I l...oked it up I found he was correct.There were other things Judge Jasper kept track of. How much electricity we used each week; the amount of money spent at both the supermarket and clothing stores; the duty roster of the police and fire department; information that seemed useless to me but important to him. I could only guess he did this to keep a. But no more than reluctant tolerance by the barman on duty tonight went to men who sought out Max and others his age. I had done that in the Sling Bar before. I had connected with Max here before.“He was around earlier,” the barman said tersely, as he took away my second empty and replaced it with a third Scotch and water, heavy on the Scotch. “I doubt he’ll be back in, though. It’s late.”It indeed was late, a bit after midnight. The Sling Bar didn’t close until 4:00 a.m., though.“It should be. My thighs start to quiver once again, and I jerk under you. You pick up the speed of the tugs and pulls, still alternating. “Fuck the rope baby girl, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it” you chant as you force my body to move. I grunt and groan. My body bouncing on the rope as I cum to your command. My teeth on your jaw, biting. “Yes yes, little more, you can do it” you start pulling the rope and tugging the chain in unison now. “Keep it cumming, more toy more.” My orgasm jets though my skin, body. I don't want to have to make up a story." It was not the kind of resolution either of them had hoped for. Cal wondered if he should have spent less time with the massage, the shower, and going down on her. After thinking about it, he decided he had given her the loving things that Greg would not or could not give. The fucking Greg would do. He had done his best for his friend in the time they had.Greg came up fifteen yards short in the game Friday night. There was a rather angry, half-hour long.