”Some things are just what they are.“Why are you here. I mean. Why are you still alive in this body?” She’d asked me that after I explained ab...ut Benjamin and how the universe gave me the gift of revenge. While I shared the truth about my motives, keeping the gory details to myself, she sat silently, drinking in each word, tone, and facial expression. Angela had the gift of listening with her entire body. It was more art than science, but she took that art to another level when she let me talk. ." Helen replied, again at a loss for words."Actually she came to have a talk with me," said Phillipe."What would she want to talk with you about?" Oh, you'd be surprised. Actually we found we had a lot to share with each other." Again the statement had a double meaning only for Helen who looked at her son in fear, afraid he would reveal what had taken place and set off another explosive reaction from Glen."Share?" asked Katy. "What would you and Rachel Donovan have in common?" Well, it took a. She blew him until certain he was fully sated and then gently removed his flaccid member and returned her full attention to the surprisingly limber Bernie."You're a great lay, baby," she whispered into his ear before licking it with her molten tongue and leaving a slight residue of Cable's sperm to mingle with the wax already there."You're pretty good yourself, kiddo," he replied and she knew he meant it.Bernie was hoping they might get together again and quietly asked her if she'd give him her. ..while others used their tongue like Picasso used a brush. My husband was the latter. Rita and I went out for dinner, then to a lesbian club in the city. I felt a little like an intruder at first. We danced and drank and laughed. I started to loosen up. Rita's hands strayed eagerly over my body while we slow danced. We went back to her place because my place was out of the question. Rita poured us some wine. We settled down on her sofa and talked for a while. It was not long before Rita moved.