" He just stared at me with that "yeah, right" expression and I could clearly see Gary through that Indian face for the first time since we had all pu... these damn things on. "Ok, none of that matters. You can't just run out on me. I need you." "Listen to yourself, and if you don't mind would you please let go of my hand, Mike?" I looked down at the table and sho-nuff, oh God, I'm holding his hand. How in the hell had that happened? "Sorry ... sorry about that. Crap! I didn't know I had done. Poor choice of words on my part so I had to take some blame. It had sure made her feel good though.I had to ask this too. “So have you ‘been nice’ to any of my other friends?”“Only one. Jimmy, last week.”That made my dick jerk, “But he’s married!”She looked serious, “That’s what the problem is. His thing is so big that his wife doesn’t like doing sex. He wanted to get my advice.”“So you fucked him for that?”“Don’t use that nasty word for something so good. You taught me that sex is natural and. Okay... :)______________________________It was so easy to arrange. We both wanted it so badly, after first talking in personal messages on here, finding out what each of us was into and realising how fucking great it would be to get together.I told him where to find my home, and when he called from a few minutes' drive away, his journey almost complete, I told him what to expect when he got here - the downstairs door unlocked, and me upstairs, waiting for him, waiting for his cock, wanting this. Whoever murdered those girls did it meticulously. The bodies were lined up and equally spaced, and each length of the rope was carefully measured to have them hang at the exact same height. The nooses, tied in a perfect hangman's knot, completed the impression of the orderly, old-style gallows. One could say that the girls were killed execution-style but that that wasn't quite right; this was no clean, quick execution by long-drop. Judging by their purple faces, puffed lips, and swollen.