I didn’t even look in the other booths.I pulled my pants down, I was wearing a jock. That’s when I hear the guy from the other booth say, “Damn,... nice white ass!” I liked the sound of his voice—deep and masculine. He told me to turn and show him my ass.I had to listen. I turned and bent slightly, my muscled ass parted and my hairy hole showed. My buddy went nuts, “Oh yeah! I’m going to fuck that white ass. I just wanna know if you want my black dick through the hole or if you want to come into. We ended up fucking in the back room where I worked, and in my car’s front seat, back seat, trunk, yeah, we did it in the trunk with the lid closed, once.As Thanksgiving approached, I told her I needed to get home to see what was up with my family since I hadn’t heard word one from them since the day I left for school.Early on Wednesday morning I kissed her good-bye and took off driving back home. I drove up to the house to see a couple of strange cars in the drive way. I parked on the street. At least the messages seems legit and not generated by a computer. I replied, giving a false name and stating that was I studying at a local university. Then, about ten minutes later, I received another reply. "Sure thing! Come over at 9pm to room 304 at the Lakeside Blue Motel. I'll be on my knees with my mouth open." Smiling, I closed my email. The clock on my laptop said 6pm. I had about two and a half others before I needed to go. From here, if I was riding my bicycle, it would take about. Their happiness blunted the loneliness I suddenly felt, but refused to give in to. They needed their loved ones, and I needed to get on with David's life.It happened just like that.We had a wonderful dinner, and got to Lebanon about nine P.M. Darla and Matt turned out to be wonderful folks. They were older than I expected – somewhere near sixty – but the way the girls ran into their arms was a thing of beauty. They were an unconventionally beautiful family.It was easy to leave them off, knowing.