You should be looking for a jealous husband, or maybe even an entire platoon of them," I chuckled, feeling no sadness over the death of my wife's late...employer.No one else even cracked a smile. June's face was whiter than I had ever seen it and tears were forming in her eyes. Cook just nodded slightly as he studied my face. Except for some soft sobs from June, the room had become deathly quiet. "Mrs. Young, how long ago did you enter into an affair with your employer, Robert Morgan?" questioned. I walk a few blocks down the street to get to my house. I notice some bags sitting on the front porch. My bags... I stand there sipping my beer and my grandma steps outside sparking her cigarette up. "Your moms kicking you out." She says calmly exhaling her smoke. "Hmm, I see..." I say still sipping my beer. "Shes dropping you off to stay with your dad in Dallas, to let him deal with you!" "Oh great.." I say sarcastically. "Yup your leaving tonight. Your mother says this area is too bad for you. I pulled the black Leather Biker Jacket out of the closet and said, "I want to know if you look as tough as me in this". And pulled it up over his shoulders. And for sure he did. I could fuck him right then and there. I had to think back to how Master Mike had said the same thing to me in the gym. And the thoughts of that past Wednesday, and from earlier today, shot through my head again, in all their glory. That made my cock stiffen. But I made sure that Stevan could not feel or see it. Stevan. She slipped her arms between us and started to unbutton my shirt, pulling it slowly off my shoulders and dropping it down to the floor. Then she stood back and said, ‘I want to look at you now. I want to see the man that has been on my mind. The one that cares about me.’ and then with a devilish grin, ‘The one that is going to take me to the moon tonight.’ While looking me directly in my eyes, she ever so slowly let her blouse slip off her shoulders to the floor, followed by taking her bra.