"Hannah" I asked after she had calmed down a bit "Whatever is wrong?"She looked me in the eyes, but shook her head and kept quiet as she pulled out of...my arms. Keeping hold of my hand, she led me into her lounge, then began to explain as I sat down."I'm sorry about that, but it was a relief to see you. I'm fine now, but I need a drink. Will you join me?"I didn't need anything just then, but I could see that Hannah was still distressed, and needed me to have a drink with her as much as she. Whatever the reason, I awoke as Lorraine stirred. I was lying on my left side and she was in my arms with her back pressed against me in the classic spoons position, not a position to waste on a Sunday morning when you do not have to get up for work. I gently moved my right hand and started to stroke the skin of her shoulder, her arm and her waist, then let it move to the roundness of her bottom. Lorraine pushed against my awakening erection and held the hand of the arm that was under her head,. You rub your cheek and decide not to shave this morning and strip off your underwear and hop in the shower. Your a retired Pro Heavy weight Cage fighter, and you were very good at your job, which set you up pretty good, that and the fact your wife died 10 years ago leaving you a huge life insurance settlement. Your two teen daughters that still live with you. You loved your wife and never had a real steady girl friend since, sure you date but its never serious. Your daughters are your main. When it cracked open, I shoved hard, throwing Russell back. Three steps and I had my left hand around his throat and slammed him against the wall, holding him pinned.“You!” he exclaimed, eyes wide with sudden recognition.“Why was I set up?” I asked.“I have no idea.”Without warning, I slammed my fist into his jaw, his head bouncing off the wall, his lip splitting. “Why was I framed?”Russell’s eyes regained focus. “I swear! I don’t know!”This time I hit him harder, snarling at him. His eyebrow.