Lucas took the quick tour then said, "They really did do a nice job on this old place. If I were sure Gwen wouldn't be coming back, I would rent one."...And if I were sure Gwen wasn't coming back, I would let you." There was no sense pretending. He knew that I would never rent to him as long as Gwen was in the picture.For the next three days I did absolutely nothing. Sure I ate, I used the toilet, and I watched TV. I even watched a TV shows the next day on the computer now and then, but I did. Emily flashed an angry look at her sister. It was only a fraction of a second, but I saw it and I knew what it meant. There was something between the two, something Emily wanted to keep secret.“Don’t act like you don’t know what I'm talking about” Jenny said.“You can’t!” Emily hissed and threw another angry look. “I never...”“I know you’re lying,” Jenny continued, ignoring her sister’s pleas. “You’ve been all over me every time Tom left our room, knowing I was covered in cum. You’ve been dying. "Wash him?" Billy said."Yeah, you better wash his Tinkerbelle off with soap and water in therestroom," Sarah said. "Otherwise you never know..." What the fuck?" Gary said."Can I?" Billy pleaded."It's your time to waste," Gary said."Go on and do it quickly," Sarah said."How do I do it?" Billy said."Soap it up, use warm water, rub it a bit. You know, don't you cleanyou're own?" Sarah said."Oh yeah, sure," Billy said."Go on, hurry up!" Brittany said so Billy started to walk toward theemployee. No. No. I don't." She gasped, getting her breath, the cloud of confusion slowly dissipating. Tony had told me a few times (usually after a few drinks) about the problems Marsha and he had been having in their marriage. Marsha had lost her interest in sex a few years into their marriage and this affected Tony more than he was willing to admit. I don't know when he first started having sex with men but I wanted to think that I was his first and only. "No, I don't," she repeated. "I don't.