The old Bellamy farm was merely his retirement home, where he hid more or less comfortably from the world and its reminders of his failures. Allan did...’t bother much about the field or the barn. When the mood struck him to be outside, he invariably went to sit on the front porch. Traffic on NY 231 was too sparse to annoy him, and the Compton farm across the way was as idle as his own. That morning, he’d been sitting on his porch for about an hour, musing indifferently over a mediocre fantasy. "You have no idea," I mused.Now that I'd given Jennifer the means to clear not only my ownreputation but Bob's as well, I decided that it was time for me to havesome more fun again. That meant finding another guy who wouldn't mindtaking advantage of a drunk woman.It didn't take me long to find someone, though he was a little drunkhimself. Before long, we were in another office, making out onsomeone's desk again. This time, I stripped my dress off so he could getto my breasts. After all, what. More

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