For the next few weeks, Jack and I kept up this delicious schedule. We talked on the phone constantly (he called me that evening to tell me how much h... missed me that afternoon!) and I would visit Wednesday evening and spend the weekend with him. I began leaving some of my stuff in his second bedroom, at first by accident and later by design, and during our second weekend, he cleaned out the closet for me and declared it ‘my room.’ That was very sweet, but all I ever used was the closet. I. The coach arrived a few minutes later and they were soon on board settled into the comfortable armchair seats. Sandra’s mind was in turmoil. She had not expected to see Graham ever again, especially after last night, but here he was, popping up out of nowhere, rescuing her for a second time. She gave up thinking about it and sat back to enjoy the trip. Graham was the perfect tour guide, he pointed out places and told her things which weren’t on the official program. He knew the route the coach. Her name was Leana. She sent me a picture and I was blown awayto see a blonde goddess appear on my monitor. She had the body of mydreams, a soft beautiful face, a nice full chest, a small waist whichflared out into beautifully sexy hips and an amazing ass that allflowed down into a pair of long curvy legs. I could not believe my luckthat such a woman had taken interest in someone like me! However, Iknew it was not to last as she had yet to know anything about my littleritual at night and about. ‘Well,’ I say to my reflection in the steamed up mirror ‘time to face the music…’ Before I left the room I glanced over my shoulder to the clock on the table and noted that it was around five pm, almost dinnertime. Since nobody was home besides us I supposed I would order some pizza. I walked into the main area of the apartment and it was quiet, the low hum of the television screen was all I could hear, which I thought was strange because usually Edith would be sitting on the couch, clicking.