Abigail and I walked through and I swear they were all staring at me. I kept my head lowered as was my customary walking position. Exiting the buildin..., there was a limousine waiting. Could this get any worse? The attention this will cause if someone sees me get in will be as subtle as a sledgehammer upside one’s skull. The chauffer, a well-built man who appeared to be in his late forties with peppered hair dressed in a black suit opened the door. Abigail let me in first and then she followed.. After this happened a few times , I woke up very foggy and my towel was open, my penis and balls where exposed to him . I fumbled to pull it closed and then everything went black. When I opened my eyes again my towel was wide open, I was very groggy and I looked at Mike as tried to close it and he said "its O.K. you can leave it open if you like, I dont mind" . My brain was trying to figure out what that meant, was I opening it ? was it me ? is that what I wanted? then it went black. This time. It wasn't a long time but it felt like days before she returned. She pretended to fumble with the key but finally opened the door. "Anyone come by while you were waiting?" No." I answered as I was allowed to enter; then for some reason added. "Unfortunately."I stood in our living room. Cheryl left the door open which allowed a clear shot of me from the hallway. My near naked exposure caused my pre-cum to free flow from my pee hole. "Stay there. Where are your shoes?"I told her where she could. "You know she broke up with Scotty, right?" he asked. I hadn't known, but then I wasn't paying a lot of attention to what Molly was up to lately, either. "Well, Scott's been spreading some dirt about her. About how she was putting out for him so easy at first, but then shut him out after awhile. Calling her an ice bitch, things like that." You're kidding." Nope. Ask Keisha. She's really been getting the down-and-dirty from the rumor-mills in the girls' johns at school. Anyway, the story that.