"Don't text Michelle! She doesn'tknow." My fear made it impossible to lie. Interrogators say that. Ascared man doesn't have the time or the wits t...o craft a good lie."Oh. Sneaky, are you? Naughty and sneaky. No, naughty, sneaky andkinky. I'm intrigued, your honor."She pulls me to a seat at the far end of a gate. "If you don't want meto tell Michelle, you better be honest with me." Are you wearing anything else?"I nod."Panties?"I nod again."What color?" Red," I whisper."Naturally. No. I was... um... shit, damn. I don't,..." Sir, are you alright? Do you need me to call someone? Here, sit down please," she said.I looked down at the table. I couldn't look her in the eyes. "Beth, I came here to see you," I said."What? Who are you? Do I know you?" she asked rather nervously."I'm Herman Howell - you know H.H. I read your stories."She backed up, looking scared. "Oh, my God, you've been stalking me. I should call the police." Please, don't call the police. I'm not really a stalker.. Is that all you have you do, Kevin Donaldson: stand there and promise never to do something again and that makes it all right?" Well, yeah, I was hoping—" She looked at me kind of strangely I thought, then: "Okay, Kevin, if that's the rules!" —Well, I don't know about it being any rule—" I started to say, but Rosie had turned and walked out of the room. At least peace was restored to the Donaldson household, I thought.I should say at this point that I have my own business: just a small garage. He begins to waver when what he thought was going to be a secret, just one final, farewell blow job from the psycho ex-girlfriend (funny how the psycho prefix is generally added as punishment for enjoying sex a little too much) is looking like it could become the ruin of the many relationships he has built with this woman in the process of merging of their lives into one. I quickly take the ‘situation’ in hand and ram it aggressively into my mouth, as far down my throat as I can while at the.