The next pub was in a village that seemed to consist of just the one street, half-a-dozen houses.“It’ll be full of old fogies,” Tree said“Just...so long as it has got a Gents,” I said paniclly.I pulled into the gravely car park and sk**ded into a plot, jumped out and made our way into the pub; trying to look calm.It was dead, not a sole in the Bar and just a three old gents in the Lounge area, and of course the barmaid and she was serving both Bar and the Lounge, not that she was rushed off her. Later as we sat over a beer at Gino's. I started to run it down for Trev. "My problem is how to get Donna out of my life and not lose Samantha. If I divorce her she will get primary custody and her influence could ruin Sam. I can't have that. The only thing I can think of short of murder is to get her put in jail or in so much legal trouble that no judge will ever allow her custody." Makes sense, but how do you do that?" I think the drug connection is the key. And we know where all four of them. It was as if all that was in another world. That world did not matter; only this world mattered, where this loving woman was healing me gently with her mouth.My eyes were closed, and then it was no longer her mouth, but something much warmer, and it enveloped my penis entirely with a soft embrace. I opened my eyes and she was straddled over me, keeping her weight off but slowly riding me up and down so gently that it did not excite unduly, but gave an intense sensation of her vaginal walls. Her. It was weird being back home and anyone who's been through it knows thefeeling. As they gossiped out front, I took the opportunity to climb upinto the treehouse where this whole weird journey began. It still feltcool climbing up here, sure it needed lots of work but it feltcomfortable.I lay on the floor and closed my eyes and it was then I realized how fastthe world had been spinning recently, now with the world shut out I feltmy heart rate slow and I wished I brought my guitar, because without.