Just past them sat The Accountant. No one bothered to ask his name, preferring to refer to him by his former occupational title. The Accountant rarely... spoke. Other than the minimum number of words required to convey his desired meal, he remained mute, watching the ebb and flow of life around him.In the old days, The Accountant had kept the books for the local version of the Pennsylvania Mob. His specialty had been turning enormous profits into small losses. His acumen would have been welcome in. Better make sure you’re warm, she breathed, wrapping her hands around his hard length. He moaned in desire, wanting, needing to feel her pussy clutching his cock. He grasped her shoulders, pulling her close, and let his tongue play with hers. He fitted her against him on his lap but did not yet enter her hot pussy. He fumbled a bit with the clasp of her bra but managed to free her breasts. The heat and wetness of her was making him more aroused, and he gave in to the pleasure her large nipples. We drove right over it on that small bridge just before the turn. I’ve got a razor you can borrow if you need one, shampoo, soap, some hair styling products, a towel. Sam, this is just common everyday hospitality. I would happily extend it to any guest in my home. You are already more than that.”I gestured to my watch and said, “We can make this happen in no time, with no real cost just like I described, or we could go to a barber and then go shopping if you prefer. I can put some money into. First, I was going to leave, at least for a little while. I then went into the bedroom and got a suitcase. I was very careful not to wake Sharon, she really was ill, and as mad as I was, I still loved her. I grabbed all the clothes I would need for a few days.I took the condoms and my wedding ring and placed them on the kitchen table. then I sat down and wrote Sharon a note explaining what I found and how hurt I was. The note said... Sharon, my love;What you see on the table is what is left of.