The place was cool now, in the summer, but icy in winter and it had that sweet, unidentifiable smell of old stone, old plaster, peeling paint, cow shi... outside and unthinkable stuff under the carpet.“It’s a tip,” Sarah thought. “Why are guys’ places always a mess?”While he was pouring some beers she looked around the tiny house, peeking into the bedroom, which was dark and untidy but smelled of cologne. He had probably sprayed it on the carpet to disguise the stench. Next time they would go to. “I heard,” said Lance. “Everybody’s talking about it. And the office is picking up the tab?”“Yes, sort of,” I said.“Sort of?” he said.“I had to promise to work here exclusively until I die,” I said. “But I want to anyway. It’s where my roots are, and where all my real friends work or live near: you, Liz, Milt, the folks here at C&M. The situation works for me as they say.” The man was nodding.“I hear yuh,” said Lance. “I feel the same.”“Lance, I am not interested in the Hardys or anyone apart. I said her goodbye and went inside while she went inside also. I cooked a quick dinner and checked the refrigerator for wine. With some wine the situation could loosen some more.The doorbell rang and I opened the door. There was Cindy standing. I welcomed her inside and showed her around the living room. She sat down on my couch while I served her a glass of wine. ‘What do you study’, I asked her? Well it’s for communication at business level. Let’s say corporate communication.’ I think I know. People, they wouldn't understand that I didn't plan it or that I wasn't like that. I'm not a pervert. I'm not a sicko. I started to stroke myself through my shorts. Watching more of the video, I was in another world, where I wasn't hurting anyone. I was confused, I was angry, I was shocked, surprised. I was so fucking turned on by my little angel. Jesus. The phone rang and scared me half to death. It was the school receptionist who informed me that Summer was with the nurse and was sick and not.