Stopping at each little dirt turn off. I think it must be you. Looking for the place where you tried to turn around and blew out your tire.Storing the...binoculars, I head for you. The terrain is easy riding so I hit close to a hundred and am stopped in front of you in the middle of the highway almost before you realize it.'Holy Shit'! I realize you might run over me. Or shoot me. 'Payback can be hell'! (could not resist a little humor here. You wouldn't really run over me would you?)You look up. On the front page was my picture and further back in the art section featured many of my gnomes and paintings, but thankfully not quite all!This was only the surface thoughts I could see and knew that there were many more things left unsaid. I squeezed my women but did not kiss them in public. They knew that this kind of publicity could be bad.I jumped on a nearby counter and gave an impromptu speech about being happy to be back. Some reporters had wiggled close after I started and started. I spent most of my time in the Carolinas chat room, and one day I started up a chat with a woman who lived in my town. We continued to chat in private for a few nights, until one day we realized we worked right across the street from each other. Our chats were getting progressively hotter, and by now we'd exchanged phone numbers. We had phone sex a few times, me stroking my cock while listening to her fucking herself with a toy. Then one night, it happened. "Do you want to get fucked?" she. That was a real eye opener. Needless to say, I was embarrassed by Sam's statement, but I also realized that he was being kind. He had taken all three girls shopping a few times while I was working. They always came back with some clothes, but not a lot, at least that I saw. Well, I promised myself that I would never let that happen again. I needed to become a bigger part of their lives; I needed to be a father to my angels, in every respect. Myself, I could get away with wearing the same.