We wouldn’t be disturbed, but then I though don’t be stupid. To coin a phrase ‘don’t shit on your own doorstep’ and that applied to her as w...ell as me. “Sven - can you wait here a second I must just pay a visit” Yvonne said. So I stood in the kitchen and waited. The calendar on the cupboard was a Chippendale one - I grinned to myself - “nothing wrong there!” “Perhaps a little out of character though?” As she came back through the door I bloody near stopped breathing and had a heart attack - she. I don't know what to do, John. You've always been a good guy. I guess I'm looking for some ideas."I was stunned. I didn't know what to do or say. Jesse was visibly shaken by last night's events. He'd even called me 'John, ' something he never did.I frowned and walked over to the trash can, tossing out the remains of my lunch; Tracey's wonderful turkey salad suddenly seemed much less appetizing. I sighed and turned back to Jesse. "I'm not sure what to say, Jesse. I guess, if I were you, I'd be. “Regina, quietly say something so that I know you’re OK.”“Thank you for not hurting me. I’m thinking of myself as quite a moron right now, and have since just a few minutes ago. Your words, however charged, and for whatever reason you’ve done this, rang true. It wasn’t a very safe thing to do. Nor was it a very smart thing to do. At least not alone. Especially not alone. I know I’m not responsible for making people do something wrong, but I’m attracting and almost inviting trouble. Not too. I saw the boys on either side of me start cowering in embarrassment as they recognized their room. Then their eyes widened and their jaws dropped as they saw themselves strip down and suck each other off.Bobby turned to me. “You bastard,” he whispered. You FUCKING bastard!” He drew back to hit me, but I caught him in the gut with another hard punch, bringing him to his knees. I grabbed Chris and threw him down beside Bobby.“Call me a bastard, I could give two fucks less!” I roared. “I’m gonna.