Dale called to say he couldn’t make it for dinner and asked if I would take Lynn and the kids out for dinner, his treat of course. Lynn insisted we ...o to IL Bellagio’s, one of her favorites. When we got home, Dale was in his study. He made it home in time for dinner but let Rosita rustle up something for him to eat rather than trying to catch up to us.After the kids went to bed, we watched some old family films that Lynn had converted to DVDs. I was shocked to see how much Lynn looked like Mom. Lissa stood there with a smile, then held out a box. "I was feeling kind of hungry, so I stopped and bought some doughnuts on the way," she said."Well in that case, you'd better hurry up and come in," he replied. "All my roommates are gone at the moment, and if we're quick we can have them all eaten before they get back."Lissa laughed and walked in the door. "Aren't you the selfish one," she teased."When there are doughnuts involved, my philosophy is every man for himself."They sat down at the. "In that case may I recommend number four, for one hour?"After I had paid at the bar we practically ran up the stairs; the plush carpet finished on the first turn in the staircase and her high heels beat a tattoo on the bare boards–-as later they would beat a tattoo on my bare arse—but I'm anticipating. The upper corridor smelt of perfume, sex and sweat; while from behind doors along the corridor came yelps, groans, moans, shrieks, squeals, shouts, and the sound of bare flesh being punished. It. I can dig it. There’s something I’ve been meaning to get off my chest. There’s this new lady in my life. Her name is Maria Joseph. A Haitian-American beauty I ran into at the Boston Police Academy. I haven’t been able to forget her since. This five-foot-ten, chocolate-skinned and short-haired sister with the almond shaped brown eyes and heart-shaped booty was simply unforgettable. And I don’t mean just for her looks. My good friend, Boston Police Academy instructor Patterson Russell invited me.