I shook his hand, and Jen hugged him. He wanted to show us something, so we followed him, Jen walking ahead. I asked him in a low voice if the sobriet... was sticking. He blushed. “I’ve slipped, twice. My sponsor got me the first time, my boss the next. He put me in the construction office and made me work the next day. I was hung over, and it was hot, but I would have died before I quit. I threw up three times and drank a gallon of water, but I made it. That was six weeks ago. The pull is still. .. We got in to this small room with a couple of chairs and a kitchen table. He locked the door and told me to stay still. So I did, as he cleaned off the table ... "Sir, what are you doing?" He winked at me and shushed me with his finger. Then he walked around my back, grabbed my hair and slammed me into the table. All bent over and still tighed hard up. "I'm calling the cops, but first we're going to have some fun, bitch!" He was so angry!?! "Cops, what are you talking about?" He just. Somewhere in the firehouse a bell started ringing, and then it stopped. Then it started again, and then stopped again. It was faint at first, but kept getting louder each time it started. Michelle wondered why the firehouse bell would ring off and on and not steadily... ... and then she finally realized it was her phone ringing, waking her from the dream of mouths and fingers and nipples. DAMN, she thought as she reached for the cordless and answered it curtly, "Yeah?" Hey, it's Stan from over. I got my hand out of your pants and stood up, pretending I was going to the toilet. When she wasn’t looking, but you were, I licked my hand clean. You were smiling. I asked both of you to stay over for the night. I had a spare room. You convinced her, and we went to bed. I heard you fucking her next door. She was either very loud, or you were very, very good. The fucking stopped, minutes passed. I was hard and naked in my bed. I guess I was waiting. But you didn’t come. It was morning when you.