Only two weeks out of prison and here he was back prowling homes in search of jewelry, money, or anything else of value that he could be hidden under ...is coat. Like the old pro he was he immediately rifled through an unlocked jewelry case only to find that it only contained cheap costume settings that were practically worthless! After tossing the case away in disgust he made his way to the den and made short work of the desk and adjoining file cabinet. "Dammit," he said under his breath, "a guy. But I wanted a loving husband, passionate, skilled, who could help me reach the sexual heights I desired. In the end, I wanted taken care of. I know, terribly old fashioned and out of date. I wanted a man who would look out for me, make the hard decisions, surround me with love. Like I was ever gonna find someone like that. I determined to drown my sorrows. My friends knew I had been dumped and were supportive, but I saw the looks they gave each other when they thought I wasn’t looking. Loser.. But, enough say yes and I ask often enough so that ... I'll bet I get more action in a week than most guys see in a month." How do you deal with the rejection? The ones that tell you to get lost?"Jerry shrugged. "It comes with the territory -- it's part of the game. I'm like a cheetah." You're like a cheetah?" Kyle replied."Yeah -- like a cheetah stalking gazelles. If one gets away, the cheetah doesn't mope around saying, 'Oh -- I'm such an inadequate cheetah I couldn't stalk that gazelle.' No. He shook his head at me and mouthed the word 'three', and I slowed slightly, sneaking a glance at my watch. I stayed with the rhythm that he was setting and watched Angela's face as his knowing hands worked towards her core. She was flushing, and her body had taken on a tempo of its own, her back arching and her ass lifting to present herself fully to Klaus' skilful manipulation. He and I were looking fixedly at each other now, and I had a surreal feeling that Angela was merely a channel for.