Friday night. Time for my usual shortcut through the park and head for Benny’s Burgers. But why was there a girl sitting on a bench in shorts, tee shirt and tennis shoes on a chilling night? So, I stopped and got out. She gave me a type of "now what?"-look. Don’t shoot, I’m unarmed. “Can I be of some help? Are you hurt?” “No. I ran off.” Now this young lady didn’t appear as though she ran away from home, I had a gut feeli...

Our living and loving went on for about seven months. I came home from work on a Tuesday night. When I walked in the door Libby was crying and shaking like the devil himself had been there. “Libby, what in the hell happened? What’s going on? Are you hurt, are you in trouble?” “No, Charlie. I’m not hurt or in trouble. My friend Andrea is still with that monster. She called and said his car wouldn’t start and it was her fau...

Life at the apartment - or 'sex den', I should say - was going along great. Libby got a job at the cleaners to help with the expenses. Andrea was doing the cooking and keeping the house but felt bad because she was not working and bringing in money. I don’t know if that would have been a good idea. Since the murder, we kept her inside just for precaution. We hadn’t heard anything about the murder, but we were not leaving...

Autumn was making its arrival. I was thinking it seems unbelievable that it has been over a year since I met Libby. And the Lord knows, I will never forget any of it. We have enjoyed many sex sessions there is no doubt about that. As time went on, it wasn’t sex. The three of us were in love with each other. There was never any jealousy or arguing. Sure, there were “rubs”, but we worked them out. Of course, the outstanding...