He was sensitive enough to never bring Kim up in our conversations, but was interested in what I was doing and how I was getting along. The strange th...ng was that I would also get a call now and then from, of all people, Katherine Van Horn. She seemed genuinely concerned about me and was warm and friendly on the phone. I was really happy that they both wanted to keep in touch.But then things started to get a little weird at the Klein's. As I mentioned, both Ben and Rachael kept after me to come. Just ahs and ohs exited her mouth. She never demanded me to fuck her harder or faster, because I fucked her hard and fast from the beginning, and in the end she took over the fucking. And through this silent communication, she knew exactly when the last of my seed readied to enter her frothy innards. She could see it in my tightened face and feel it in the grip on her hips as I took over the fuck for the first time during the cowgirl fucking, ending it with rabbit upward thrusts, pulling her. But, this story is not about David and I. Its about Troy. Now, I didnt really look at Troy. He didnt seem like my type, and sure didnt look like it. Hes pale, chubby, and white gangster. Not exactly my ideal guy, if you catch my drift. A couple months passed of the three of us becoming friends at the shop and I got to hear Troy rap his version of Youre a Jerk for me. It was because of that that we ran into each other on Facebook, via Davids video of him. We ended up talking and discussing what. On the home front, life is still a bit rocky. Laura has met some of theneighbors -- Stan and Frieda Mitchell and their children, Peggy andMike. The kids all get along great together, running carefree along thebeach, playing all those games children play when their groups finallyget large enough for some good-natured, rambunctious fun. Their healthyexuberance will be dampened when Fort Newman gets that school we've beenpromised this fall. But for now, I say let them enjoy the world andtheir.