"You want to keep... You think this is going to happen again? What the hell is wrong with you?" Nothing's wrong with me," he snapped defensively. "You...attacked me in my sleep! What the hell is wrong with you? You told me you wanted me, and I believed you, and that’s after you cam home drunk. Helluva way to celebrate your recovery." But I…But….," Rachel stammered, as the tears streamed down her cheeks. "But I didn't think I would ever... no matter how drunk I got. I didn't... You don't. She nodded and smiled sadly.“I’m gonna miss you, Ham,” she told me. “If I was a little younger or you were a little older, I’d have been interested in playing horsey with you, like your guardian angel suggested.”“I’m gonna miss you too,” I said, giving her a hug. “I don’t think you’re too old to play horsey though.”“Old enough to be your mother,” she laughed and caressed my face. “Find your beloved,” she implored me. “She’s out there. You did your best to find her here, but you never managed to. I'm trying to do this the easy way, Herbie. Why don't you do it the easy way and give me your wife?"I greased the little plug's tip with petroleum jelly to ease the entrance. When I put the tip of the butt plug against his ass, Herbie passed from squealing to a sick, animal sound like a bird being eaten. It's hard to describe. It's harder to hear and I almost felt sorry for him. Almost, but not quite.I let him squirm and twist until he hung limp. When I slammed the butt plug home, I made a. "Hello James. How are you?" I asked trying to cover up my tension. "Much better now," he replied walking towards me. He kept moving towards me. I backed up into the wall and he leaned in. "Thanks for my pants the other night," he whispered in my ear. "James, your mother is right downstairs," I whispered back. As bad as I wanted James, I couldn't risk Julia seeing us in the hallway. "Not here okay." James slowly kissed my neck. "How about here?" He moved to the other side of my neck. "Maybe.