As she walked in she noticed a note on the table. It simply said: "Thought I'd return the favor. Enjoy. G." Only two people had the key to her apar...tment--her mother and...Gary! She moved into the apartment and was stunned by the sight she found in the bedroom.Spread eagle on the bed was a light-skinned black man. She couldn't make out his face in the dark, but it wasn't Gary. What she could see very well was the enormous cock standing erect between the guy's legs. He was slowly stroking. I was disappointed. All I could find were a pair of hold up stockings. Returning to the living room with some Kleenex and a can of beer, I pressed ‘start’. The room was empty, but I could hear music (Bob Marley). A couple of minutes passed, then Linzi appeared, wearing her bathrobe, carrying 10 or 12 cans of beer. She set them on the coffee table, and lit a cigarette. Nervously she looked at her watch. It was apparent that they were creatures of habit. He always arrived between 7.15 and. I feel it.” **** “So brother mine, you’ve expanded your business,” I said. “Yes, things are going good, very good actually. Making the money and selling the cars. The factories and suppliers are happy; I’m happy, happiness all around. “How are you and Stacey doing if I might ask?” said Ronald. “Good, real good. You know, I’ve said it before, but I got lucky finding her, real lucky,” I said. “Beautiful, intelligent, loving: there isn’t anything else. She’s perfect.” “Seems so,” said. "Fucking hell love. I thought you were called Mr Massive? You're scrawny as fuck, there's nowt on yer." She replied. Charming, I thought. You're only paying me £20, what did you expect? I'll never know why I said my next line, but it certainly came back to haunt me: "I might not be Mr fucking Muscles, but I'm massive where it counts!" I said, cupping my thankfully already padded crotch. Her eyebrows raised, and I heard the door bolt draw back.The door clanked open and I stepped into the dark.