“And on stage whenever possible.” This one gave him the giggles. I don’t know how high he was already, but I kept very quiet so he could concent...ate on his driving.“Do this often?” he asked, as we drove out into the countryside?“No. No, I don’t,” I answered.“Sweet. Got a name?”“Kyle.”“Real?”“Yes.” It wasn’t. He, I’m sure, knew that. He also knew, I was sure, from watching me case him and his car, that I knew who he was—what his real name was.He pulled into another, larger county park and drove. ‘Well, Ryder made a bet with me and he lost. By the way are you going to introduce us?’ I indicated to the boy draped all over her. ‘This is Sam. Babe this is Katie, you know my best friend.’ She cooed at him. ‘Nice to meet you.’ He said while squeezing Lola butt. ‘Ditto.’ I replied. ‘Do you want a drink then?’ Lola asked, calling for a bartender. ‘Yeah, I’ll have a Jack Daniels and coke.’ Lola turned to me with a strange look on her face. ‘What’s up with you, are you upset or pissed off?’. " He set the plate on small end table in the hallway and staggered to the door to peer out the security lens. Whoever or whatever was outside had covered the exterior opening and he sore to himself again. "Who's there!" There was no answer, but as he turned back towards his sandwich, there was another, more forceful knock. The noise startled him only momentarily, and without turning he snarled "Leave me alone!" Again, there was a third and even more forceful knock, with which Harry lost his. And it’s definitely not as bad as me telling you that I just came so hard wishing you were fucking me, or sending you a picture of the lingerie I’m wearing, or the curve of my ass in this pencil skirt. When I think of it that way, your wife should fucking thank me for behaving so well. Not that it’s by choice. If given the chance to misbehave, I certainly would. And I’m doing my best to steer this conversation to the point where I hope to get a chance to misbehave with you. But for now I’ve.