I thought maybe I was being rude in making the request, or referring myself as her benefactor. Or maybe she really thought I was crazy. After a long m...oment or two she said in a careful, measured tone, ‘Only a local would know this stretch to be called Morgan’s Canal. It’s not on any map, there are no placards with that name on it. I don’t even think the local history pamphlets list that name. That name is local, local. I’ve not heard that name in twenty five years. Who the hell are you?’. ." "Nobuts," I interrupted.? "Fourhours."? I gave her my address andtold her not to belate.? She had no car, I knew, but the bus stop wasonly a mile away. "Sir,please...I beg you..." "What is it,slut?" I asked impatiently. "Sir, myolder son, Sir..I have no one to care for him." "Fine.? Bring him along.? It's time he learn how his mother makes herliving, on herknees.? Maybe I'll have your little bastard suck mycum from your holes after I fuck you." With that, Islammed the phone down.? Shit.? My. Joel had always loved Leila. He wanted to believe her. They started seeing each other again. A whirlwind romance ensued and three months later they had a civil wedding. Five years later, they had two children. Leila worked days and Joel worked nights. They didn’t see each other much, except on weekends. And Leila was missing the intimacy. The marriage was under strain. They both worked so hard and had so little time to enjoy each other. Sometimes, they even fought. Joel was a wonderful father. Everyone liked my house for our get-together because our basement was partially finished into a game room. Dad had found several boxes of various full-length d****ry panels in a wide variety of designs, and had hung them up to separate the finished room from the laundry and utilities. One very large multi-section couch was pushed up against the d****ry panels facing the huge wall system TV that covered the other end of the basement. Two small lounge chairs flanked a large coffee table were.