"Kind of a quiet couple?" I almost remembered them. "She was pretty but she was only interested in big black cock?" They're having a house party near ...acine," my wife explained. "Wendy asked them to invite us. She said you two have some unfinished business."It had been more than a month since I had dumped Wendy. I knew my wife would be mad if I did something mean, but I couldn't wait to find a way to figuratively slap her in the face. I started trying to figure out a plan to make a portable car. The little Asian bitch? The very one. When are you gonna let me tap that? Well, right now, I’m gonna play this close. She’s not quite ready for the life. Rose is now talking, giggling, laughing, and those titties ripple, quiver and quake. Daddy won’t let me do that. I’ll ask, but I don’t think so. What about this afternoon, call me, we’ll go out after four. Go to The Blue Door. I like that place. What are you doing, Matt? I ask. Well, I’m waiting on my own little fuck. You remember that girl. She was shy but seemed a good lunch mate as we talked and shared more personal details about each other. When she heard I was 29 she was a bit shocked, thinking I was her father’s age. She had said I was “pretty cool for an old guy”.“How OLD do you think I am?” I asked, and that was when she said I could be her father.I chuckled and told her I was just 10 years her senior, but she still thought that to be an eternity. I was clearly a relic to her, but as we talked, we found a lot of similar. ”“I love you too, Liz.”I quickly changed into jeans and rugby shirt, grabbed my wallet, keys, jacket, and baseball cap. I walked out to the common area and let Clark know I was going home for an emergency. I asked him to let Angie know, and that I had no idea when I’d be back. I hurried out of the building and to my car. Seconds later I was turning out of the parking lot. I mashed the accelerator and headed for my parents’ house.November 1, 1981, West Monroe, Ohio“Go pack a bag, Liz. For at.