Henry called me every day, and I lied about trying to put together my own little trade business. "Something to occupy myself while I'm alone," I'd sa...d, hoping my loneliness might communicate. He, of course, didn't believe a word I told him, but he was there, and I was here. Maybe he wanted it that way, but he sounded less and less sure of the isolation, wondering, I guess, what it all meant for him. Henry always did view the world from a relatively selfish perspective. I could sense some. ”I stammered as I said, “Oh shit, Clark, I’m, uh, uh, so embarrassed, and sorry that I’ve been watching you guys. It’s just that, uh, I saw you that first day by accident, and well, uh, it was hard to look away. I run every day at the same time and finish off with a cool down in these woods.”Clark was still gripping his shaft, and shuffled a little closer, as he replied, “You’ve been watching us for weeks, and you must be hungry for some man meat. And shit, this is a good way to get even with. After sometime, when she got enough turned on, she asked me to get my hands inside her t-shirt. But I was so shy that I just couldn’t. Then she took my hand and put then inside her t-shirt. I just simply couldn’t resist her. I felt her boobies from her bra.They were so round and were feeling so supple. Now after getting so far I wanted to touch them. I just took my hand on to her back and opened her bra. She didn’t resist, as she was carried away too far for it. Then I touched those two soft. And he had a pretty good idea what that was. Soon, Heather had begun to focus her attentions on one person in particular, a very handsome young man dressed in a Zorro costume, complete with mask. "Jason," she whispered, "just who is this vision of manhood?" Jason found himself suddenly able to speak. "That's 'Three-F,'" he blurted out a trifle too loudly. Fortunately, the ambient noise in the room was louder, still, and his outburst went unheard by all save Heather. "What an unusual name," she.