.. if it was really him, wouldn't that have to mean something? And if it wasn't him, then I could find out about this person whose story paralleled my...life in such detail, and that would be that. So I went for it, composing a rather (I think) polite letter about the story, then went to bed, a million thoughts about who David really was, how little I actually knew him despite the intensely close feelings I'd felt for him since day one, and wondering if my initial feelings towards him, and that. Kath let him in and asked where his keys were, he lied that he had left then at work in his haste to get home because of this blinding headache. Entering the bedroom where so recently he witnessed Kath's pornographic sex act, was now respectable and no sign of her toy.He lay down on the bed slightly aware of the musky smell of his wife's sex antics; his wife turned out the light and whispered that she was going to see her mother. With in ten minutes of her closing the front door, John was. I loved helping make the ladies prettierthere was certain kind of nurturing in it that satisfied me. Even asimple task such as escorting a lady to one of the domed hair dryersgave me pleasure. I could be a beautician until I started making aliving playing my guitar.It was during Wednesday's practice while Scott and Brenda talked aboutSaturday's gig that I started to panic. The gig was going to be at theEagles club in my town, Port Orchard. There was nothing to do in my townfor anyone under 21;. "No, it’s not right," I said, breathing heavily. I gasped out loud when he began feeling up my dick that was growing with his hand. My cheeks began to redden as I got hot with excitement but I managed to push him away with all of my strength so I could get to my feet and walk away. The guy chased after me and I broke into a run. "Why are you running?" I heard him shout out. He was a lot faster me and stronger and he pounced on me from behind wrapping his arms around me and bringing me back down.