It takes wives a while to get used to that kind of work schedule. Traci invited me over for dinner the first night Rod was gone. She was from a fairly...large family and the house was too quiet.The next time I saw Rod I mentioned what a good cook Traci was. He laughed and said that was why he married her. I said, “Sure it was!”I had noticed that from my guest bathroom window high above the tub I could see right into their master bedroom. They hadn’t bought curtains yet so when there was light I. I’m not one of those limited constructs. They cannot touch anything. Therefore, they cannot clean anything.”I nodded, trying desperately to get past my disbelief. “I apologize for my ... you’re a statue.”His eyebrow arched. It was a very human, very life-like gesture. More than anything else, it helped to calm me down. I nodded. “Again, I apologize for my response. I wasn’t expecting to speak to...” and I waved at him.“A talking statue?” he asked and I nodded. “No need to apologize, sir. I am. I put on tied my whitesneakers, packed my stuff, checked the room over and ran like hell awayfrom there. I found a place for coffee and got directions to the countysocial services. Finding out the place was only a few blocks away.I walked those few blocks, found the building and where I supposed togo. In no time I was checked in at the receptionist?s desk after Ifilled out the amazing amount of forms and was told to sit and wait forMs. Weavers to call for me. After a time of watching the people. I have to admit, she was a multitasker, and a good one at that.And while I stupidly continued to protest, she took me from her mouth and rolled the rubber on my dick. “Put that big tool in me Jimmie,” she cawed, bending over the vanity presenting her sexy, wide ass. My resistance went down the drain right then, I’m an ass man all the way.Fiona loosened my jeans and pulled them down, leaving my wide, leather tool belt above my waist. I knew there was nothing but trouble ahead---well maybe some.