“That isn’t long enough,” Joyce said.“It will have to do. It’s all the vacation I have,” I said bitterly.“You still plan to keep it a se...cret?” She asked.“Sure, I’ll be elk hunting in Montana,” I replied.“You want to come over tonight?” Joyce asked.“No thanks, when I get home, I plan to get roaring drunk,” I admitted.“Don’t drive anywhere,” she begged.“Not a chance,” I said. I didn’t really plan to get drunk. I had only a pint of fru, fru liquor someone had given me at some past Christmas I. I don’t think he’s gay, but when ever girls come up as a topic of conversation, he gets ... well ... weird.”“We’ll plan on a get together at the ranch Saturday. I’ll let everyone know, and I’ll corner Bob at school tomorrow and talk to him.”Matt got a call from the front security desk.“Mr. Alkaev is here to see you.”“Have someone from security show him where my office is.”.Maks Alkaev walked into Matt’s office. He walked up to Matt’s desk and extending his hand. “Mr. Murphy, it’s nice to see. Enflamed with passion, Angie dropped down to explore his nutsack, taking it in her hand, fondling his balls. She always loved a nice set of balls, and these filled her hand completely. She marveled at their size and weight, at the utter maleness of them. Bending forward, she let her lips and tongue trail over the wrinkled flesh of his sack while her other hand reached up to stroke his erection, up and down. She took his luscious balls into her mouth, sucking first one and then the other as he. That night we went to bed and I could tell he was still "processing" soI kissed him goodnight and turned over. He had an early meeting the nextday and so he was gone when I woke. I showered, got dressed, called acab and headed to the airport. I flew home that day thinking that I'dlost him. When I got home, I went down to the convenience store on thecorner and bought a quart of chocolate ice cream. I came home and put onsome sweat pants, ate the entire quart and watched an old movie on TVcalled.