I told him about my roomie Mary and the competition she had won. He smiled and told me to have her send him something to read. After getting the name ...f the hotel he was staying at, I excitedly dashed home to tell Mary."Who?" She asked, again, her gray eyes big and round."I never heard of him, either," I explained, dunking a cookie in a glass of milk, a nightly ritual for me. "But he wants you to send him 'something to read'. I assume that means music. He wants a fully scored orchestral piece,. I began to notice telltale signs of wet areas between her breasts, which grew and eventually accentuated her nipples. I struggled to keep my own libido in check.Eventually we finished, and took a break. I stole a few glances at her wet-t-shirt impression, as we sat and drank cold water. She prepared cucumber sandwiches -- by this time, it was after noon -- and we munched the light repast, punctuating the meal with small talk.We let lunch settle, then got back to work, attacking the garage with. .. but I wait....... I don't move a muscle.The door opens and I hear you now just inches from my body. Trembling I gasp and you waste no time at all flipping that switch. Carefully lining up the breathing holes and delicately running your hands down my face. You don't say a word. Your touch becomes firmer more sure as you go. I can feel your excitement growing inside you and goosebumps form on my skin....Your lips begin to explore.... your tongue runs up my thighs I feel your mouth against my. Still another had the name inscribed in gothic font. Each one had something that made it a little fancy.Richie thrust his hands in his pockets and walked over to a grave at the end of the row, right at the edge of the manicured grass. Near a small, scraggly tree was a very plain, low headstone of weathered gray stone. Chalk dusted the edges, the dormant grass around it barely trod upon. The name "Samuel Toldon" leapt at him from the stark engraving.He frowned. He thought he should know that.