’ Orcutt registered the undertone of impatience in the Patron’s voice, the familiar discontent, and the summons to the gallery raised an apprehens...on in him. The Patron was fixating on his art collection, and most particularly on his current curious dissatisfaction with the paintings he had acquired in the past. Orcutt carried this disconcerting apprehension all the way up to the Patron’s suite atop Bountiful Towers trying to prepare himself for the interview. He stepped from the elevator. The bus stop was still out in front of Kelly’s house, but we went half an hour earlier. Even the older kids I knew, since they had gone to Matucket Plains a year or two before me. Once we got off the bus at Matucket Middle, I was in Never-Never Land! There were a lot more buses, and a lot of kids I had never seen before. Most of the black kids had gone to Martin Luther King Elementary and there were a lot more than had gone to Matucket Plains. Some of the kids from Joseph Wheeler looked like. There’s someone here who’d like to see me?”“Yes, Mr. Aho. Ms. Kotala came here to see you.”“Thank you, Ella!”Kotala. That name didn’t ring any bell inside my head. So, I put on my business face and turned towards the woman. You could never know who is who in this business.“Ms. Kotala, I’m Mr. Aho. Would you like to talk down here at the cafe or up in my office?”“I’d prefer the office, thank you.”“Okay, the office it is. Would you like to have some coffee or tea with you before we go up. As the man with the horse cock fucked John's ass he slapped John's ass making it beet red and turning John on more. John was beginning to feel like a male whore. Then he looked at Jane as she now was licking a woman's pussy and sucking a clit. The big cock finally filled John's ass with so much cum it ran down his legs and a sexy young girl licked it from him then tongued his asshole. The fucking and sucking and licking went on all night. By the time it was morning John and Jane had sore asses.