She was a short girl with blonde pixie styled hair. The two girls got along very well, especially since they were both very artistic. ‘Hey Crystal,�...� I greeted warmly. ‘You asshole,’ she said, ‘You’re making me leave.’ ‘It’s good to see you too,’ I said, pulling her in for a hug. She returned the hug, not actually being upset with me. ‘Best of luck. Just shoot me a text when you’re done with your private conversation.’ ‘Will do!’ I said, and she left as I entered and closed the door. I looked. A slight smile on your face, dreaming. Of what I wonder? I raise the sheet a bit and see your gloriously hard cock. So, that’s what you’re dreaming of. Unconsciously your hand reaches for your cock. And I hold my breath, hoping that your touch doesn’t awaken you. Your fingers lightly touch your swollen cock and softly begin to stroke. There’s a drop of pre-cum glistening at the tip. My tongue darts out as if to taste it, but I don’t. I don’t want to waken you yet. . It’s a lot more constructive than hitting other people. That thought reminded me of Pia’s brutal murder. The man who had seduced and killed her was in the ground too.His spinal injury made him a helpless cripple. So, he killed himself. His death saddened me. I had hoped that he would live a long and excruciatingly painful life, but the sniveling coward was too weak to deal with reality. I had caused that injury. It was the least I could do for my murdered wife.After I settled that debt, I went. Natty started to say something but then thought better of it.I finished changing into my swim trunks first, then gathered up the cooking utensils that we would need for the grill. I was keeping it simple. We would have steaks, roasted corn on the cob, a tossed salad and rolls. I grabbed the items and put them in a large basket to carry to the pool area along with paper plates and cutlery. The small refrigerator in the pool's 'summer kitchen' was stocked with beer, soft drinks and wine.