"I just movedin the other day and don't have need for photos and such things. Here sitdown." Neil did sit down and they talked for a long time about h...isgrandmother, the passing of time and love lost."This is a picture of my wife," Garth said handing him the only picturein the room, "her name is Louisiana." She's beautiful," Neil said, and he meant it. Most black and whitephotos from the early 1900's contained serious looking old ladies, butnot this photo. He could feel the energy in Louisiana's. Sure, I knew my real name well enough, even though I couldn’t use it anywhere without putting my ass in big-time jeopardy.I was currently using a made-up FBI name that I didn’t like at all.It made me sound like a mark or a wuss and probably a little bit of both. Still, it was legit and that that the bottom-line as far as the FBI was concerned. My original name was a big deal in certain East Coast locales and my mob name was sort of dirty sounding but in a funny sort of way. The Feds thought I. "I made a mistake," he said sadly, almost regretfully."You don't want me?" I asked, looking away so I could try to hide the pain that asking that question caused me."I never want to be without you," he replied, pain and dark humor coloring his voice. "But you shouldn't be tied with a monster." What do you mean?" I was torn between anger and confusion, as seemed to be the case lately.He sighed heavily, leaning forward slightly. "From the first moment I saw you, I wanted you. Something about you. This time she pulled out my cock and took a big load on her face.Friday was kind of a blur. I fucked Mrs. Bell in just about every room in the house. We slept in Donnas’ room that night. She made me call her Saturday morning after she woke me up with a great blow job. Better than Slut Tammy. It took Donna about 2 seconds to get back with me. We made plans for prom night. I was going to pick her up next Friday at 6pm. Her Mom was so excited we spent the rest of Saturday fucking around.