He looked grateful. All I can say is I hope the stupidfuck gets involved in a few high stakes poker games.The happy roundup?No police, get out, never ...arken our etceteras, this town, blah blah.This town, my arsehole. In this town, I thought, I am a fucking altarboy.So, hit the street, do not pass your office, get the fuck out, this manis from is security, do not let the door hit your ass on the way out. Iwas escorted out, wearing the clothes on my back, and hit the pavementon Bridge Street at. I said yes and she wondered if now was possible. For sure and told her I could be there in less than 15 minutes as she lived just around the block from my home. Went to my room put on a pair of shorts and t-shirt and got ready to cut grass. I have to admit I had sex on the brain having been sucking and getting fucked recently but still never thought I would hit it lucky with a woman like Ms. Sherwood.I walked around the block with my mower and knocked on her front door, which was standing. All his sexual data that he recorded he kept in a spreadsheet app on his phone along with photo references for personal veiwing. The vast majority of his data largely consisted of random porn stars. The remainder were family members, though he could see even that was far too empty, just some picks of bras and underwear, from that at least he could deduce his mom had pubic hair and his sister Emma was clean shaven.It wasn't long before the car pulled up to the parking lot and they entered inside. Um, who can I tell her called?" was the reply from a suddenly mildly flustered receptionist."This is her husband, please patch me through," he requested.After a noticeable short pause, then, "Oh, uh, Mrs. Conroy is tied up at the moment, and I'm not sure when she will be available. May I leave her a message?"Early thought for a moment, "No, I'll talk to her at home tonight. Just tell her I called," and he hung up.Something about the call didn't fit, but it took him another half hour to put his.