“Maybe you would like to come by for a birthday drink....or something?” I smiled at him and waited for his answer. He seemed to be searching for t...he right words before he responded. “I’m just on my way to work. Can we do it some other time, maybe later or tomorrow?” “We can do IT anytime you want.” I answered, putting special emphasis on the word it. We exchanged cell phone numbers. Soon my stop came up and I said my goodbyes.A few hours later I called the number Devin gave me still not. .. all of that, Mom. and now I can't stop being angry."She reached out for my hand and I took the small sensitive fingers and pulled them to my lips. She slid over close to me on the big bench seat."Oh, dear. You have to let me make my own choices dear. I will not make them all correct. I guess I'm angry that you spied on us, too. That's not nice. But, I wonder, Charlie... , I wonder, is there any part of the anger ... that is at yourself? Are you a little angry that you enjoyed watching Alan. "Brad, I took half the money in savings and cashed in one of the CD's. I'm out of here. Cindy."I found out later that she had run off with another woman's husband. That had been eighteen months ago and no one had heard from either of them since.In addition to being crushed by her abandonment I had trouble with the law. Cindy's parents, when they hadn't heard from her, called the police and accused me of killing her and of disposing of the body. I was hauled down to the police station several. That really upset him, and he said he should get his money back because he had paid for a blowjob and got a hand job instead. Sheila settled the argument by taking his spent, but still hard, prick in her mouth and sucking away for a full five minutes. She appreciated his disappointment. Besides, she loved the taste of cum.Soon afterward, a car pulled up to the curb—a shiny black Lexus with tinted windows. It seemed to spell serious money, and Sheila moved toward it, rolling her hips.