His mind travelled back in time, nearly seventeen years, to the first time he strayed. He’d been well-satisfied with his wife, but she was pregnant ...with twins, and her sexual drive was nearly non-existent. One of the guys at the station house had been bragging about getting a blow job while on a traffic stop, and Rick was horny… and jealous of the lucky guy. It had started with a simple question. ‘Rick, will you teach me how to give head….?’ Actually, it had started with a phone call at the. Her mom told me that Carolyn's dad was working in the garage on the garden tractor. She said I could go into the house after Carolyn, but to enter the house through the attached garage so "the dad" would know I was there. I walked into the garage and could see where the tractor was being worked on as tools were out and the engine was in pieces spread out in several areas of the garage. But Carolyn's dad wasn't in the garage just then. No bid deal, I thought, as I strolled on into the house.. Every afternoon this week, just like last week, I had spent it with the cheerleaders, fucking one of them behind the bleachers, while the others practiced. It was an arrangement we reached; I had been disrupting their practices too much, so the girls started drawing straws to see who would keep me entertained.Since I had nothing to do this afternoon, I wandered on over to the Paris Public Library. I was dressed for the first time in the two weeks since I made my Pact with the Devil. Why did I. But I can’t dwell on the past, or I’ll go mad. Still, it’s taking me a long, long time to get over her, and even watching our sex tape just makes the pain even more real. I stared blankly ahead, barely registering the presence of a fairly large man standing in front of me, his face obscured by a baseball cap. People rarely wore baseball caps in the middle of the afternoon unless they were hiding something. I couldn’t see his face, but his shoulders were slumped, and he didn’t seem too.