I just don’t know.’ ‘What?’ ‘I don’t know if I should say anything, he might not be happy.’ ‘Don’t give me that shit, answer me.’ ...Mike said firmly. Bobby looked at them for a long time before he finally started speaking quietly. ‘He kept breaking down.’ ‘Breaking down?’ Mike asked. ‘He kept saying ‘I’ve lost them’, over and over, then he would . . . well then he . . . he tried to hide it, but then he would cry.’ As his words sunk in, Mike nodded and got up, motioning to Bobby. ‘Look, it’s been. ..present."John could not believe his eyes. It was as if a bad porn movie had suddenly come to life his computer screen. Yet, the characters in this bad film were very much like his neighbors. John couldn't seem to logically sort the whole scene out in his mind. First, the dignified Joy, woman of his dreams, was making it with another women...the coach's wife no less...and now, a very muscular black man was standing in her bedroom...and Joy obviously had planned the entire thing.John couldn't. Fuck, fuck and fuck again."You start by doing what any woman does when she's at a loss." Hershoulders bobbed once in a shrug, "you talk to your mum. Trust me, allmum's know far more than we ever credit them with. She'll surprise you.She can help you."Damn. Sara. Part of me wanted to rage against her. She had lied to mefor. Fucking. Years. She hid secrets about my mum and what would happento me. Fuck it, for that matter I was still pissed that she had such afriendship going on with Jenny.But,. Frank pulled her back several times before he buried his head between her legs. Amy couldn’t scoot away then. The door opened and shut it looked like Amy was moaning. Jessie then appeared and took her panties and bra off. Amy rolled over slightly and Jessie removed her bra. Frank’s hands went immediately to Amy’s breasts. Jessie positioned herself on her back at the edge of the bed and Amy laid next to her. Frank moved between Jessie’s legs and appeared to start fucking her slowly. It was hard.