So, I spread my wings and took some lovers. Were they better than Josh? No. Why? I asked myself, but I knew the answer. They didn't love me, not like ...Josh loved me. More importantly, I didn't love them. I didn't despair, though. My man of the world was out there. I just needed to find him, or he needed to find me.Then almost overnight, Josh wasn't a high school student anymore. What's more, he'd become financially independent. In a year and a half, he'd achieved what most men don't achieve in a. ”“Hi, Paul, sorry to ring you like this.”“It’s not a problem, how are you? Looking forward to this evening?” “Paul, I’m so sorry but I can’t make it. My stupid son is in college up north and left a portfolio at home and needs it for an exam tomorrow. I’m going to have to take the afternoon off and drive up and I won’t be back until late.”“Can’t he come back and collect it?” I asked.“If he comes back on the train, he won’t be able to get back tonight and he needs to be ready for the exam. But they were now watching the effects of Batch 4-C. An aerosol that worked fast, left no trace or physical damage and was irrevocably permanent -- the company had its product and the government had its weapon. Batch 4-B was the liquid version that Smith originally passed along to "the stoner kid" – as Michael Wright was initially known.Perfect. Or as close as man can get to God, Smith thought.At least it was one he finally felt safe employing himself.His name wasn't Smith, of course. But names. He made a mental note to write the girls an excuse note for school. Then he remembered that today was Friday- This meant that he still had all weekend to play with his little girls before they had to go back to the real world!Bill realized that he was starving and in desperate need of a shower. As he walked upstairs, he heard the shower running. He went back into the girls' bedroom and saw that Staci was still fast asleep, face-down in the bed with her legs spread. "I can't wait to fuck that.