He looked at his wife, “Tell me how things are.”“Would you believe Trav.? They’re really in love; a match made in heaven.“They’re still wo...rking on the gazebo I see.”“I wouldn’t worry too much about that Trav. Though it started out as Maureen’s gift for you, it evolved out and away from everything.”“It was a nice thought just the same.”“I think the idea of building something drew Cal to our girl, then with Maureen and her, well you know the odd way she has of alienating and embracing people at. Young voices. Seven young men sit in a booth at the dark end of the diner. No cuts. No bruises. No fear. Just sitting in nice clothes, talking about money. Owner comes out. Half-expect him to look like counselor from school, but never get that lucky. Never that clean. Owner looks familiar, though. Figure out why. Reminds me of Gacey. Reminds me of child-molesters. Probably psychological. Expect certain things from case like this. Expect single, white male age 24 to 35 abducting young men and. I picked up some Yohimbe, a natural supplement like Viagra that makes your dick rock hard, and some numbing gel.When I arrived home, Sarah was making breakfast for JD. I handed him a Yohimbe and explained it would have a big impact on his dick. He smiled and popped the tablet. We sat around the table eating breakfast while Sarah was rubbing his cock under the table. Once we finished breakfast I recommended we go into the living room. It was 8 already and I wanted to get going.I went to the dvd. They paled in comparison to my ebony flesh. I heard a whisper far off, a moan carried in on the wind although I felt no breeze. Those same fingers pressed into my flesh roughly in ways that hurt and frightened me... "Bitch" someone whispered from far off in my mind, "filthy fucking slut, you are nothing without me" The voice was oddly familiar. The voice of my lover who was sleeping beside me. I tried to startle myself awake as my soft sensual dream erupted into a nightmare. "Fucking slut, you.