I hadn't seen mine gone that long before. So I decided to take a look in his shop. It beat sitting at home worrying myself sick.The Toyota warmed up a...bout the same time I reached his shop. Since the repair shop was just a cover for the real business I didn't expect too much. I wasn't disappointed either. A glance through the door showed a nice neat shop area. Monk was a lot neater than I was, I had to admit. His place looked empty. That fancy Harley Chopper was gone too.It wasn't my. But she kissed me. She kissed me more than once. That means something, right? Does it? What does it mean? Was it an experiment? Am I expecting too much? Fuck. I hate thinking.I throw myself on the couch, turning the TV on. Not that I'm watching it, but it gives background noise to my pouting and furious thoughts. And though it's inexorable, it's finally over – Carly comes home. Huh, home. I guess this place is my home, more than my apartment ever was. I jump up, a grin on my face. I can't help. I had one plastic syringe/injection too into which I inserted a pin. We first set up my room as the chamber. And asked her to knock the door and come in. She was ready. She came and sat on a chair in front of mine as per my instructions and complained about high fever. I put my hands on her forehead, chest(for the 1st time) as if I was holding a stethoscope and checked. I put the thermometer under her armpit and tried to measure the temperature. I said that it was very high and she had to take. I convulsed again. Now on my back, panting, my cock still burned but the welling subsided. He maintained his grip.“That’s it”, he said, “hold it tight. We want to save that for Miss Burke. It will come again soon enough and lots more too".Miss Burke squealed. I opened my eyes. She was standing with one foot on the floor and one on the bed, one hand parting her sex, the other jabbing sticky fingers into her hole. I wanted to kiss it, her hand, her hole and taste the cum slipping from them.He.