. he won't bet." I'll wire you a thousand dollars ... you bet it on the series ... I'll split the winnings." Wanna bet the Rose Bowl?"I started laughi...g... "I'll get my dad."I left the room ... ten or fifteen minutes later, my dad came out with an envelope for me to take to the bank. That's all he did ... never spoke a word ... just handed it to me. It said, Chief Teller: Clinton National Bank.I walked down town to the bank and handed in the note.The teller opened the note ... read it and. I was glued to the mags. My dick was hard and if Tom wasn't there I'd be jerking off like crazy. I kept looking at him to see if he was noticing how excited I was getting. He wasn't so I got lost in the mags. I was so horny. I'm usually horny and I usually jerk off about 3 times a day; but this was driving me crazy because I couldn't touch my rock hard dick. After a while Tom suggested we go. So, we stashed the mags in a plastic bag and hid them under a fallen tree. We went on about our bumming. He said before i take you home i want to show you something.I said ok.He said follow me.we got into the elevator and went to the top floor.went into his room this suite was lavish.he sat down, take a look around i said very impressive.He said I'm waiting for my Divorce,and I'm staying here temperarly.He said I've waited 3 years for this moment,i have something I want to ask you.If you say No I understand ,there will no hard feelings.I said what you want to ask me.He said Can I Make Love To. " He followed, indeed the picture of misery. Roddy stood, glowering at him, letting him know that while I might not kill him, Roddy'd be happy to do it for me. They waited a few minutes outside my rooms as I changed into something a bit more feminine and washed a bit. When I came out, he looked a bit more miserable, because being captured by a woman was bad enough, getting captured by a pretty one was worse. I motioned him to sit, and told Roddy to fetch some wine and food. When he returned I.