Feeling sentimental, I donned the purple camisole that he'd given me for Valentine's Day. I slipped into bed and gravitated to his side. I missed his ...cent on the pillows. I wanted him in bed with me. Needing to bridge the distance a bit, I grabbed my laptop to send him a letter."I wish you were here, darling. I love you and miss you. I saw Bri today. It was amusing as usual," I typed.It was all wrong. It wasn't the kind of letter I wanted it to be. I wanted it to be sexy. I wanted it to. Richard parked in a way which suggested he might have been here before. Basically no one could see below their heads unless they got really close. Richard swiveled round in his seat and unzipped his flies, taking out his cock. Mike had a heart attack, theory had now become practice. Mike stretched out to touch and Richard held his arm, bringing his upper body nearer. Mike then understood. He bent his head down onto Richard’s lap. He was in panic mode, was he really going to do this?. However, only my organization has theresources to restore you to your former selves, and we will only helpyou if you can help us. Your choice."Steve's lip curled. "So you're going to exploit our misfortune and makeus your prisoners?" In a way, aren't we all prisoners of our responsibilities? But mark mywords: your period of service will be brief and rewarded generously."The three leaned towards each other to discuss the matter."No way I'm cooperating with that bastard," Steve whispered. We have been friends for years and stayed friends through my teenage pregnancy as well as two subsequent divorces.Through all that Jennifer has stayed a true and steady friend. So even though we met in school and could easily have drifted apart, we just stayed close. I always think of her when I see a funny meme, or I get a random fact stuck in my head.At thirty four my circle of friends has significantly shrunk. Especially after my divorces. My ex apparently bad mouthed me all over town and my.