I didn’t know the neighborhood had a flophouse. It wasn’t a charity either. It was a home business on a main drag. “Mulgrew’s Beds for Dollars...” In tiny, faded print the window sign added, “Not one bed bug!” I took it to mean there were thousands.”It being a public place, Terry couldn’t do anything to me here, I told myself and rang the bell. Terry opened the front door as quickly as he had answered the phone. His disfigured face was grinning. He looked back, “Yeah, it’s the whore I told you. A couple hours had passed and still no Jose. So now I was starting to worry that he had second thoughts and didn't enjoy it like I thought he did. I was feeling a little depressed so I went and grabbed a beach towel and headed to the backyard. I laid the towel down on the lawn chair and decided to lay out in the sun for a while.As I laid there my eyes started to get a little heavy due to the lack of sleep the night before and I started to doze off. I tried keeping myself awake but I kept. ?Two naked boys making me breakfast. Sunday morning doesn’t get any better.’?Thank you, Daddy John,’ we said together.He reached under Ricky’s ass and hooked him with a bent middle finger, pulling the boy backwards toward him. He wrapped his arms around Ricky and kissed him on the neck. Ricky literally squirmed with pleasure.?Did you miss me, little boy?’’ he said.?Yes, Daddy,’ Ricky said demurely. ?I thought about your peenie the whole time.?I continued slicing a melon and watched them. The open window showed the conversation I had obviously interrupted. Donna had been chatting with some guy with an ID called "Blacking the Female". I glanced at Donna, her back to me, that little skirt barely covering her firm ass as she seemed to take her time making my coffee.I kept up the casual conversation as I scrolled upwards on the online conversation. I had to bite my tongue when I saw my own name mentioned. She had told this guy my age, appearance, how I was a close friend of her.