He was of medium stature, sixty-five I’d guess, and somewhat overweight. Porn sex “I’m a cyclist, out for some exercise, that’s all,” I said, making eye contact with Bill so he could see how sincere I was. No, this story is not about groupie plaster casters at a glam rock concert getting the cock and balls in plaster of a rock star they fucked. She certainly was not moving, eyes closed, but I heard the occasional moan so I knew she was alive. I learned later his name was Harold. “I don’t know, Harold. My libido goes into overdrive. Was this another way into the private property of the gate owner, a privileged opening into a special world buried deep in the rolling hardwood vales? “A snoop,” said Bill shortly and waved the gun barrel at me, indicating I was to get up and go toward the fence where the others waited. His bespectacled face below a bald pate was jowly and his paunch hung over his belt a bit.
