Why do MEN have to be attached to the goddamned things?" She popped the one she was holding back into her mouth.In the background, the 'medic' chuckle.... "That one needs to find herself a nice transvestite..."Bart helped Shannon dress; clearly, the night had taken a lot out of her. Then they headed out, Bart with an arm around each of his women. "I did nine," Shannon volunteered. "It was ... weird." I did eleven, I think," Bridgette replied. "What was going on down there really didn't seem to be. ” He hurried out of the room, leaving me standing there. I looked around the familiar room and shifted from one leg to another, unsure of what I was waiting for. I heard him coming and looked to the door. He paused to collect himself before entering, and before my eyes, I watched him transform from his nervousness at dinner, to a confident man that was in his element. As he made his way towards me with a swagger in his step, he placed a pile of rope on the foot of the bed. I didn’t know whether. He grabbed my cheeks and kissed me in a very passionate way. His tongue swimming in my mouth. His hands were on my ass and my lower back as he continued kissing me. The phone rang in John's pocket. He took the call from Jodie. As he talked with her telling her to relax, get the emails sent out and go home for a peaceful weekend.I stood in front of John licking my lips and touching my breasts through my suit jacket. John sat in the chair just staring at me. I unbuttoned my jacket letting. Since she was certain that he would forget that they had moved and where they had moved to, she wrote down the new address on a piece of paper, and gave it to him. Naturally, in the course of the day, an insight occurred to him. He reached in his pocket, found a piece of paper on which he furiously scribbled some notes, thought it over, decided there was a fallacy in his idea, and threw the piece of paper away. At the end of the day he went home (to the old address in Cambridge, of course)..