They were talking to the window breaking neighborhood kids when the ME showed up. He was about a hundred year old white man.The heat was getting to us...all, but to him it could be lethal. "When the fuck are you gonna find someone else to do this shit?" he asked."Come on Doc, you know you love it," I said."Porter, I haven't loved this shit for 25 fucking years," he said."That's quite a bedside manner you go there Doc," I said."I am trying to retire and I get you remarking on my bedside manner.. ” She said as she jumped up and left closing my door behind her.I let out a sigh and drop my towel. As I do I notice I am starting to get a hard on and start to wonder if that’s why she was suppressing a laugh. Could she see it? Did it weird her out? Oh, I hope not I tell myself. I slide on a new pair of boxers and some jeans for school. I grab a black shirt from my drawer and head down.“About time you get down here,” my mother says as I walk down the stairs and take my seat at the table. My. I made arrangements for her stay in one of the beautiful Serviced apartments here.The room was perfect for a real date and she was 26 years old, she appeared to me like an angel, with required curves on required parts as soon as we entered the apartment, we gave a wild hot kiss and smooched for a long time and things were easy for us as our telephonic conversations made us gel easily.Since we both were in need of sex, we started undressing and played for a while smooching, hugging, caressing.. When they got there I was surprised to see a younger guy with them. He was probably in his late 20's and had the physique of an athlete. Shelly introduced him simply as "Brandon my boyfriend." She said she wanted to go straight to our room. "Wow," I wondered, "She's all business." I looked at Mark and he gave me a mischievous grin. I had come dressed to play in my tight mini-dress, garter belt and stockings and my fuck-me heels. On the elevator ride up to the room,Shelly checked me out from.