The girls dressed very nice for the evening; Maureen wore a black knee length dress with black flats and Jane wore a Flowered thigh length dress with ...short heels. They both looked great, and I was a happy man for having them as my dates that evening. I, went casual with dockers, polo shirt and sport coat. We went to the lounge and met with our friends and talked for a bit. Jane and I don't drink, but Maureen had a cocktail as we reminisced about the old days and caught up on our friends lives. She was wearing an oversize t-shirt that barely covered all the important parts.“How’re you feeling?” I asked her.“Like my head got used for boxing practice.”I got her some ibuprofen that she took with her coffee and juice. I prepared a couple of eggs.After I put breakfast in front of her I said, “As a friend I have a suggestion. I think you should quit working at The Hut. Don’t worry about money. I’ll give you some, and you can even keep track and pay it back. In the meanwhile, I think I could. He looked down and scrolled through the images, praying for an inconsistency. But the photos were all there, years and years of evidence. The proof was undeniable.Mr. Armisen was his ex’s father.He heard a knock on the door.“Carson? Are you okay in there?”“Uh-huh,” he gasped, feeling a wave of nausea.How was he going to get out of this? He could lie, tell Armisen he had changed his mind. That he needed to go home. His roommate had cancer. He had cancer. Anything to get him out of this. Roy probably weighed more that twice what Jesse weighed, and was a middle-school wrestler. There was no hope of escape from this position. Roy had his fingers in Jesse's ass, first two, then three, then four. At four, Jesse began to scream through the cotton briefs. Roy grabbed him by his shoulder-length copper-colored hair, and yanked his head back, curtailing the scream. Roy had been using some kind of slippery stuff in his ass, to get his fingers in there, but he didn't trim his nails,.