I would be a mom to Fran. We could live together. We had to get one bed to share. We got a closeout model bed 137 cm wide (it said so on the label) an... long enough. We would be close in that house no matter what, and even closer in our shared bed. I had no clue that we also got all our rent money paid by Mr. Felderman, the porn producer. I had given his son a blowjob 6 weeks earlier. He went through Mrs. Roberts and never said anything to either of us until I was 18. It was years after that. The house was silent. A chill worked its way down her spine. The house felt abandoned... empty.Her cell phone rang again. She looked at the display. It was Kyle."Kyle!" she said sharply. "Where are you? Where's all the furniture? What's going on, damn it?" Her voice rose the longer she spoke. She was angry, hurt... and a little scared. She didn't understand what was happening."I won't tell you where I am, Peggy," Kyle said calmly. He sounded tired, almost too fatigued to speak.He was, in fact,. I was willing and ready for her. Time, blow, and alcohol flew by until she entered the room. Allowing myself to be a gentleman, I told her to get on her knees immediately. She looked at me and just smiled, then did as I said. I dropped her two hundred dollar bills, one for each knee, as I didn’t want her to be on bare knees on the floor. She laughed, and just kept on looking up at me, and then at my cock, through my pants. She was wearing this tight blue dress, and no bra. I slid her spaghetti. After that, Dad and I conferred. I had my police interview and I had to pick up my car from Sue Ellen's. The girls wanted to be dropped off at Scottsdale Mall for the afternoon.Dad drove them there first, and gave JR money for lunch at the food court. Dad and I ate a Church's Fried Chicken place for lunch, followed by another hour with the police.They finally had someone competent to ask questions; although when I said something about it later, Bill Carstairs told me it was a deputy city.