How he didn’t know Tommy was not home was a mystery.It did not take him long for him to have me in bed fucking my brains out. He was a fast worker a...d I was an easy lay. As he pounded my cunt, he was telling me all thing we were going to do that day. From me sucking his cock to him fucking me up the ass.Sometimes when we were in bed and making love, Tommy would tell me how much Johnny wanted to fuck me, but I didn’t put much credence to it, as they were both best friends. But now I knew. "I think I will stay unless Charlie lets it get away from him. I think Jimmy better stay too because his moped might fall apart if it has to go up and down the driveway too many times in one day."They both were laughing when Jimmy finally said to me."It has never been off the road before. I did have to carry it up the last part. I have a Jeep but I never drive it. The moped's easier in town and I only live ten blocks from work. Aunt Doris always says she can walk faster than that thing runs. I. I didn’t know the word for this emotion.Other things emerged as I painted and when I stood back to examine the piece, my vocal soundtrack faded in the empty room. It was the fourth time I’d painted like this—put raw emotion on canvas. The paint was thick. Delicate shadings were less obvious as were subtle details, but shape, color, and motion were clear. And I’d done it without a sketch. I’d never approached a canvas without a sketch except in these trance-like paintings. The result was. ‘Don’t relax yet, keep them on their toes. I want communication and eyes. Communication and eyes …’ Sgt. Murphy peered into a screen that displayed a conference room. He stroked his well-trimmed beard while sinking into watching everyone. His slicked back, gray hair seemed whiter in the screen illumination. ‘Are we patched in?’ ‘Yes Sergeant. It is just quiet in there.’ The large man replied then settled back into his headphones. Several screens showed various locations and several plain.