He turned to the side in the doorway and moved his hand out to usher me, saying, "after you."This was a new development. Spankings (and what followed)...were only ever in our bedroom, which he was now ordering me to vacate. I couldn't remember being nude in the house other than in that room (and its adjoining bathroom), but I didn't dare question him. I walked past him into the hallway that led toward the living room. I could hear him turn behind me, his footseps echoing mine.As I emerged into. ” Even as I said the words I suspected that my partners would be up to no good. I had to remind myself that Brad was an adult and would make appropriate decisions about his behavior.I got an update from Brad on Wednesday morning; ‘See you tonight. Can I take you to dinner? I get to SRQ about five-thirty and will have rental car. Thanks for new address. Didn’t know you’d moved. Brad.’I’d only given Brad the new address and not the fact that we were house sitting. My parents might have told him,. For here."As the lady took his money, behind her another employee rapidly filled a ceramic mug with coffee and added a double helping of creme and sugar. A third lady grabbed the wagon-wheel-shaped cruller doughnut and placed it on a ceramic plate that matched the mug. All the while Whitefeather continued to cogitate frantically.As he sat down at a convenient table, he happened to glance at a brown brick building across the street. The parking lot was almost full.'AI, what is going on at that. He offered me a much smaller, top-floor room for $200/month less, which I took. The reason this matters to the story: Carol. She knew I had moved, and where. By this time, in addition to being without a car, Catol had lost her job. With no permanent address and no reliable transportation, she was again fucked - this time by circumstances, not by cock. She told me she was with someone else now (I think this was a jab at me, as I was alone), but couldn't move in with him because he lived with his.