“Hello, James,” she said, answering the phone. “Baby, I need you to come to the police station and come bail me out. I’m getting arrested,” ...the voice said. Amber’s phone was loud enough that you could hear it standing next to a roaring jet engine. Erica and I could hear every word he said. “No! Not this time. You have got to find somebody else to keep bailing you out every time you get in trouble. I’m not doing it anymore. I’m having a good time at a friend’s house with some friends and you’re. ” I could feel his cock throbbing in my hand, his hand was back on my balls, gently playing with them, I could feel my cock responding to his touch.“What happened,” he asked. “She died of cancer some three years. Even after ‘chemo’ and radiotherapy she suffered with it for five years before it finally killed her.”“I’m so sorry,”“Look, now’s not the time to talk about my problems,” I replied feeling my cock slowly soften in his hand even though he was wanking me.“Time for bed,” he whispered.I. I found some desperate researchers who were working on a theory that nobody … I mean nobody … gave any credence to. Therefore, they couldn’t get any students to take on the work. Students seeking Masters and PhD need some research but not if it is going to be wasting their time and make them look like idiots. But, these guys had this theory about time travel and somehow they got funding to get started. It was a mystery because it didn’t come through the university, but the money was there. . I was bored to death.I love to photograph Shirley in the nude and had quite a collection. I usually kept two or three snapshots of her in my wallet. One day, and I still don’t know why, I showed a couple of her pictures to two of my co-workers Matt and Hank. Both were about my age. Matt was taller and Hank was about an inch taller than Shirley. Both wanted to see her pictures over and over again. The next workday I took a bunch of her pictures with me. At lunch we went through them. Matt.