I
asked what was wrong. John, made me leave.”
He turned on his side to face me. XXX Beside me, Max was jerking off. “Hey,” I said, trying to sound friendly but knowing my annoyance showed,
“What’s going on? His chest heaved and the
tears fell. Some
soaked rug rat of a kid with a “Mister can I borrow a dime” expression on
his face. She knew what was on my mind. We did the dinner
thing — a quaint little bistro that had great food; nothing too fancy just
good eats, great wine and warm conversation. I tried my best to get Sheryl to stay the night but she said she felt weird
about having sex with Max in the next bedroom. His
stepfather was an alcoholic and, of course, beat the kid.
