I had no fear because I was all alone those days. So I slept there for the whole day. When I woke up it was 12 in the noon while rafik was still sleep...ng. His dick was still hard, I blushed and woke up and try to wore my clothes but I realized that he tore it. I woke him up and ask him to go to my house, and bring my clothes. He then said, “take my t-shirt and lower, no big deal.” I too have no issues in that, I used to wear them in my house. I went back to my house. Clean my house, took a. Up the stairs I ran, taking two steps at a time before stopping in the kitchen for a quick can of Bud. I had taken two pulls when I lifted the phone from its cradle on the wall and dialed my friend Fred from the phone’s memory. Fred Ryan was a detective lieutenant in the Sheriff’s Office sub-station in Boyertown. Fred had been two years ahead of me all the way through school and his brother Roy was a classmate. They were probably my two closest friends, especially now that Troy was out. . Let us hear what the gentleman has to say." She turned towards me. "Uncle Harwell tells us that you have something to say to us." Indeed," I responded. "Please sit down both of you. Your uncle has asked me to help with ensuring that you make the best possible match as you choose your partner for life," I turned to look squarely at Estelle, "of whichever gender you believe to be appropriate." Estelle blushed and looked towards the floor. "Now you may not think this an urgent matter but let me. I must admit that now it makes me feel a little mean.They say I'm obsessed with you, but I don't see it like that. We had something special, and you awakened me. I guess with you I was like a moth to the light. Although, I'd prefer to describe myself as a butterfly rather than a moth. Moths are ugly, aren't they? If I were feeling vicious and angry, I would describe Joan as a moth, John but I can't bring myself to do it, not after everything that has happened.Yes, the day I dressed up in Joan's.