There was an address on the note, and underneath the words, “Eight o’clock. See you then!” Unsure of what to do, I shoved the napkin in my pocke..., thinking that I’d decide later. I got home that night around four. I got undressed, wanting to take a shower, when I noticed a piece of paper in my jeans pocket. I pulled it out and looked at the note the snow bunnies had left me, telling me about the party. What the hell, I thought. I don’t have to work tomorrow. And it might be nice to get out of. He was a big Packers fan (Well anyone that was a football fan couldn't beall bad, even if it was the Packers.) and he liked to ski."So what brought you to Boston?" I asked."I did I T work in Wisconsin but it didn't pay well. So I looked aroundand wound up getting offered a job out here doing the same thing but fortwice the money," he said. "Of course everything here costs twice as muchtoo. So I guess that I'm not really all that much better off." Well at least you're not in Wisconsin," I. Glad of the opportunity of resting my aching jaw, I now lifted up his legs and his bottom, moving forward to support his back as I now sank my face under his balls and into the depth of his arse-crack, only lightly peppered with tight, dark curls and smelling strongly of sweat, musk and cologne. My tongue entered his hole in teasing exploration and he let out a gasp,“Oh fuck, yes! I love that!” My nose was now buried beneath his balls, those two ‘golden eggs’, inhaling the scents of his body,. But mom had a way of filling out even baggy sweatshirts just the right way. Something about the curve in the U and the N in UCONN that I took special notice of as I watched her in the chat box.When I logged back in, I immediately saw that she was still online. Did she forget to log off? Her camera was on because I could see the room. Her chair was empty. I typed Hello? just for the hell of it. My adrenaline was flowing. I just wanted to see the curves in the U and N one more time. I knew that.