“So, we shag and he watches and jerks off?” I nodded my head. He looked me up and down and grinned. “Sure!”I grabbed his hand and walked him o...ver to Liam. “Honey…I’m sorry, Liam, this is my new friend, Steve. I’ll leave you two while I visit the lady’s room” I said and departed. In the lady’s room, I touched up my make-up and smiled in the mirror. I was already feeling excited. I walked back to the table.Both men looked up at me and smiled. A round of double shots of whiskey, probably Redbush,. “He just wasn’t paying attention,” he said. “He was talking with his girl and just didn’t notice the light change as he approached the intersection.”I closed my eyes. “So, Sabrina died because he just wasn’t looking where he was going?” I repeated.“I’m afraid so,” he said sadly. “I’m sorry for your loss, son.”“What’s his name?” I asked.“What?” one of the officers asked.“The guy that killed my girlfriend,” I said. “Who is he?”“Hamilton,” he told me. “William Hamilton. Any relation?”I stared at. It was around sunset when I entered the house, grabbed a beer out of the fridge, and proceeded to the master bedroom, and opened the door.What I saw damn near made me drop the beer! MY WIFE was lying naked on the bed, on her back, legs raised and spread wide, getting piston-fucked by my son! She didn't even seem to be aware of my presence as she gasped, moaned, and begged for her first-born to bang her harder, degrade her, put her in her place like the fucking slut she was! Prager had no. I’m John, this is Lisa.”“Nice to meet you both,” she returned. I took a moment to take a bit more stock of her. Kathy was built like many people who tend to walk rather than run a race course. She seemed a bit older, perhaps early 50s, and she was a bit stocky. Not fat, exactly, but stocky.The three of us spent the first mile exchanging basic pleasantries. Kathy hailed from nearby Clayton and was raising her granddaughter while working as an academic advisor at North Carolina State University..