We’re driving the local roads, looking at, as Carl says, ‘the lay of the land’, including the jobsite, which is, as expected, not too far out of...town.My phone rings. I answer.“Mizz Kim,” the voice says. “This is Katrina at the trailer park. That trailer that you were asking about?”“Yes, ma’am?”“Lemme give you a phone number.”“Lemme get something to write on.” I grabbed a scrap of paper and a pen from Carl’s console. “Go ahead.”She read me off a phone number. “If you buy that trailer and keep it. And as I spill thewater for the coffee a third time, more intense as well...Frying the eggs, I keep one eye on the time.. counting down the cookingand the pulses. In the end the bursts are only a few seconds apart and Ihave to focus intently to not be distracted as I set out the breakfast ona tray... and then I bend over resting my body on the counter and let thesensations from my arse take over.My cock is rock hard, and my breath is coming in short little bursts.. itfeels so good... I can't. The incision was well off the mark by at least an inch and a half. If you hadn’t jumped just before they attacked, you might not have been so lucky.”“You watched the attack?” Meg asked.“Honey, everyone in the city was watching. We’d listened to reports of his attacks. When they announced he was holding a press conference outside of the police station where he went to interview the man who threatened him, it became ‘must-watch’ television viewing. I watched the entire event unfold, so I was. And ofcourse three more packages of diapers. It would take a long time toshop for all that stuff. Longer than he wanted to be out in public byhimself, dressed as he was.Today he was wearing pants again... but they were the tighter pants thistime. With only one diaper on and knowing that he probably wouldn't bewearing them for very long, they had seemed like his best option. Itactually felt a bit strange to be wearing pants again, even with thehigh heels on his feet. He was also wearing his.