My heart pounded... visits at this hour only meant that someone was in trouble. 'Hang on I'm coming!' quieted the incessant racket.On opening the door..., I was confronted by a large figure silhouetted by the parking lot lights. The person was wearing a trench coat... or a bathrobe!Before she stepped inside Ms., 'M' pulled her garment open not a stitch under it. Revealing herself she said, "Hi Ron... I'm as horny as Hell... WANNA FUCK?" I may have been half asleep but my bleary eyes alerted my. I sat on the edge of the dais and looked at the mess Kate had made of her drawings. Why? Why?“Who told you your paintings weren’t good enough?” I demanded, holding up a sketch of the Trips that I especially liked. It had been torn diagonally through all three of them. “Who made you do this to these treasures?” I was sure this hadn’t been Kate’s idea. Someone had to have been tearing her down. Kate’s sobs were dying to hiccups. I barely heard the one word she spoke.“Neil.”“That worthless piece. He clasped the back and pulled her shirt over her head and kissed her on her lips. She returned it, and they both collapsed to the ground again. Molly lay on top of Michael, and Michaels hands found their way under Mollys jeans and onto her bare ass. Suddenly Molly got off of him and stood up. Cmon, lets go! Molly called. Where? To my house! Why? Cuz no ones home for three hours! she announced. Why are we still here? Michael joked and they set off. Michael hand around Mollys shoulders and. But it was too late. At my invitation, he walked up my sidewalk toward my front door and knocked.I quickly opened the door. The cold air poured into my house as I took in a closer look at the gorgeous mystery man standing in front of me. “Thank you so much,” I said. “I really appreciate it.”“No problem,” he answered. “I was out doing mine a few houses down and thought I could do a few more since I was out. Good exercise.” .