I took the dress, etc. to the porter, who stepped back a little as I approached, thanked him (no reply), closed the door in his face, and opened the b...throom door to find Susan. She was sitting on the toilet, naked, face in her hands that were resting on her knees, shaking and emanating a low moan. I picked her up, and actually carried her to the bed, and covered her.Eventually she came out of this funk, and was able to tell me what had happened that had upset her so much. These are her. ’ I’m suddenly aware that I’m embarrassed. Of my behaviors, of my apartment and car, of losing my job, of my life. Of letting Jasmine back in. I wonder who I’m directing this embarrassment towards, though. Not her. ‘What will you do now?’ she asks. ‘I don’t know.’ It’s mostly true. ‘I can appreciate that,’ she smiles. ‘Aren’t you producing now, though? I thought you had a song on the radio.’ ‘I do, but my share in that one will be small. What’s worse, royalty payments are on a fixed cycle, so. "Johnny what's this all about?" Oh, nothing," he said. "I just get the feeling sometimes that you're not satisfied, that we've gotten into a little rut. It's nothing I can put my finger on, but something's not right."Johnny didn't want to reveal everything he knew about what was going on in Patricia's private life. He didn't want to put her on alert too much, but he did want to get some of his feelings and thoughts into the open, for her to consider.He'd made up his mind that he wasn't going to. " Show me," he said. "I'll tell you if they're okay."I pulled the top of my dress down to my waist and showed him my breasts, making a little lunge at the wheel when he started to veer off the road."Hmmm. Maybe," he said. "Push them together for me."I did as he asked, making a nice soft channel down the middle that I had no trouble imagining his cock sliding into."Yeah, sure," he said. "I'd fuck that. What about creampie?"Once again, I made him explain it in lewd detail, pulling up my dress.