Maybe one of you can carry on with it… be more careful than I did. I’m not too worried about the cops. I’m more worried about the others.”“I...dumped the bike behind an abandoned dealership in Carlisle, NC,” the post continued, “Good luck. This will be my last post.”The dramatic ending was exciting, if not a bit forced. What really grabbed my attention was knowing where this abandoned dealership was. I had driven by it several times while living in North Carolina a few years back. “It might be. My one condolence was that I'd finally get to see him naked, unless he was planning to shower with his damn boxers on.But when we stood up and exited the sauna he started putting his clothes back on. I was starting to think he was just weird; One of those people who never fully undresses. With a little more small talk we ended up back outside our doors, both heading to bed for the night. My cock was perpetually half swollen and I had no prospects other than myself to get off tonight. Maybe it. They agreed, Diane telling her she should spend the night with them. At that Jenny blushed and the girls found Don's chin had dropped on his chest again.The three of them each had another drink before getting ready to go to bed together in the big king sized bed in Don and Diane's room. Unlike Jenny and Joe's room there was only the single bed, big as it was.It seemed like only minutes before they heard someone shouting in the hall, "God Damn woman's STILL not home!" Then the whole building. The sex itself had been OK, but being forced to do it, as well as being grotesquely fat -- and likely to get fatter -- made me angry.He kept his hands on me until we got downstairs, and by then, I was horny again. Betrayed by my own body.There weren't so many girls downstairs, so I assumed that other customers had showed up. My first customer picked up his hat from the rack, where several others had joined it -- confirming my surmise, shouted, "Thanks, Leeanne," and went out the door. I didn't.