“No!” I said quickly, valuing my life far too much to delay answering.“Smart man,” Kurt said, clapping my shoulder. “What’s the plan for t...he day?”“My wife thinks we need to spend all day in bed because I had ice cream last night and a quarter of a waffle this morning.”“I wonder if that works on ALL wives?” Kurt asked with a smirk.“I don’t think ANY of the women in this room need ANY encouragement!” Tom laughed. “And no, that is NOT a complaint!”“It better not be, Buster!” Bethany said. "Carla’s parents get in the car and drive away. George watches that fat ass bounce as she walks back in her house.Some hours have passed now and George can’t stop thinking about Carla. He is always looking at her, ever since her body started to develop into what it is when she was sixteen. Her face is so sexy to him also. He loves that innocent look of hers. It’s so intense this particular day, because frankly, George is bored while he is away from work, letting a broken foot heal for him. . We would park in the lay bye and then go for a walk into the woods. On this particular day I call there before starting my afternoon shift.I first noticed a gorgeous looking dark haired man in his late thirties. He got out of his car and walked into the woods. I quickly followed and when we got a discreet distance into the woods he stopped and lent up against a tree. I approached saying hi, he said I have been waiting for ages for an opportunity and was about to leave when you pulled up.I. , most of it lawn with a few cedars along one side and a view of the mountains on the mainland. There was plenty of space between neighbours. My first impression was good and Dory agreed.Inside, it was a box, forty-eight feet wide and thirty-six feet deep. There was no basement. Nothing remarkable about it at all. Drywall everywhere, carpet in every room except for linoleum in the kitchen, laundry room, and bathrooms. All the walls were painted off-white and the carpeting was beige. A simulated.