Hey Mom and I roll around under the covers while she shakes my shoulders, pats my butt and kisses my neck. A few more minutes? Same thing, every morni...g. Sure,” she says you can get to school late. What college is going to care if you don’t get to class on time?” Crap. I yawn, roll out of bed in my boxer shorts, grab the coffee, and head for the bathroom same thing, every morning. So one night a few weeks ago, Mom went to a PTA meeting as soon as she left, I called up my girlfriend Cindy and. We’re not really close friends, but my wife and I were letting him crash with us while he was in town. We'd run through the usual talking points. I don’t like football, so wasn’t much help there. He didn’t know much about MMA, so we failed to connect there too. We talked briefly about our jobs, avoided politics, and were really reaching when we started talking about bourbon - but thankfully it was something we were both into. That’s when my wife came out.She walked out onto the back deck and. Shock piled atop rage piled atop grim satisfaction that things were being put to right. The image of Brad driving his cock into her from behind on my couch played over and over in an endless loop across the screen of my memory. It was all I could do not to put a bullet in her whore face and kick her to the curb like a pile of garbage right then and there. Her eyes flickered behind her closed lids, and as they slid slowly open she remembered what was happening to her, the terror returned and her. It starts at $500, then $1000, then gets close to $10,000 and I figure that at least my efforts will help the charity. Then I hear someone say that 24 hours of service should be worth more than that. I can't tell who it is, but it is a female. Then I hear the same voice call out $1000 per hour for a total of $24,000. Silence. Going once, going twice, sold. But I can't tell who it is. Then a very small petite woman, maybe early thirties, approaches. She is about 5 feet, less than 100.