”No response. I knew she hadn’t left because I could hear her moving around in the living room.“Are you on the phone?” I yelled. “Jesus.�...This continued for another twenty minutes. I tried to free myself from the chair but it was completely hopeless. My once hard cock had shrunk into a withered little stump and I was starting to get pissed.Finally she entered the room. She was smoking a joint and looking at me kind of funny.“What the fuck are you doing,” I asked.She sat on the bed in front. Let them work it out, he supposed. Unsurprisingly, it was Jen who managed that odd arrangement, alternating an hour of breakfast time for the remainder of their week together. Where there was a will, there was a way, and the blonde had enough will for all three of them. One of their side-trips had taken them to an insane botanical garden that doubled as a theme park… and man, those things were everywhere, even if you didn’t count the Big D. Jen had even talked them into visiting a small water. There is Polly Olson, the artist. You may have heard of her. Another is a Melanie Fortier. I did not know but when we get busy, we might find something for her to do here at the agency. She is your age, a widow, and has had it rough for the last five years. There is one other friend who has just started a relationship with a school teacher." What makes you think we are going to get busy?" I do believe those addresses you have been working on and my father's name will generate some extra. Crouching down above the hole in her family room ceiling, I gave her a little of her own medicine back. "This hole is almost too small for this big cable," I said. "Oh wait, with a little force, it slides right in."By the time I went back over to crawl down out of the attic, I was dusty, sweaty, and still rock hard. I swung my legs down through the opening, and Keri grabbed my ankles to guide my feet to the chair. She must have been leaning in on purpose, because as I lowered myself down.