Only a painful reversal of his rapidly healing wounds kept the medics from strapping him to a gurney and shipping him to a black site for dissection.T...he muffled sound of a ringing cell phone broke him from his dark thoughts. He tossed a towel aside and dug the phone out of his sweatpants' pocket."Yo!" he said."Yo, yourself," Janie replied. "You sound out of breath." I bought an exercise machine," he fibbed. Actually, he'd bought a room full of them; weight machines, free weights, a running. Matthews. It was wonderful." "Good, I'm glad you did. It's much better than masturbating, isn't it?" "Oh, yes, ma'am, much better, I just never dreamed something like this would happen." "And, Mark, I think you should call me Becca. Mrs. Matthews seems somewhat too formal when were together like this," and she waved her hand across her naked body. I laughed, "Yeah, I guess so." She reached down and took my dick in her hand and squeezed gently. "Mmm, well, you're really hard. Already. That's. I went inside and packed my clothes, but there was not much more that I wanted. I hitched my trailer to my pickup and loaded on the Harley. Finally, I dragged what used to be our marital bed: mattress, frame, and bedding out to the driveway. Then I poured on some gasoline, stood well back, and threw a lit match at the pile. The fire took off, instantly.I got in my pickup and left.I went to Albuquerque, New Mexico looking for work. A few months before, I had done a favor for a firm that was. I never took the car out to the lake ’cause it was so close and I liked the exercise. I pedaled as hard as I could. I did everything I could to get home faster, took short cuts, back roads, everything. I called the police and told them to get to my house. I didn’t think it was something that big, hopefully it was just someone snooping around for an unlocked house to steal from. I never expected them to actually want to kill my mom. I got there and I knew before I even got off my bike I was too.