“See if you can find a woman who can keep track of the money from the pozzolana business, too. She can keep track of it for us when I travel later t...is year.”Of course, mentioning traveling required an explanation.Once we finished eating, I went to thank Celsus for the new digs.“Once again, it is I who should thank you,” he exclaimed. “Even though you just did it this morning, I have already heard from many of my friends congratulating me on you becoming the guardian for six widows and their. )We lived on a quiet sort of street that was a loop off a main through street. You know the kind that no one goes down unless they live there. I had it in my mind to walk over a street or two to see if any of my friends might be hanging out.So there I was, dressed in my black wool suit jacket, a white t-shirt and faded Levis, walking down the street. As I rounded the corner onto the next street I almost jumped out of my skin when, from out of the dark I heard a voice. "Hi Michael!" The voice. Jennifer cried out as she felt him enter her again.“I’m gonna fuck you so hard,” Rich growled.“What about my husband?” Jennifer asked, surprising herself that she was managing to stay in character despite Rich being inside her, his hands holding her breasts. “What’s he going to say if he comes home and finds the painter with his cock inside his wife and his hands on her tits.”“He’s going to think he was a fucking fool to leave his gorgeous wife at home alone with a man who wanted to fuck her. I cover my face with my forearms, my little bit of boxing training barely helping me in this situation. He’s laughing and I am willing myself not to bask in the glow of his grin. John and I have been good friends six out of the eight years we’ve known each other. We’ve fought consistently, but it’s the mark of a good friendship that we usually patch things up over a night of beers. We fight drunkenly, slur insults that we don’t always mean, and in the morning we face the music. It’s a flawed.