”She squealed, loudly, hugged me and left.Then Harriet: “Hi Graham!”“Yes, we are!”She was puzzled for a moment then broke into a grin. “I�...�m so pleased,” she said and kissed me. Hard. “Good!” she said, and left.I abandoned work in favour of a sandwich and a coffee, waiting for Zena.“Great, just great!” she said with a broad smile on arrival, “You’re just right for each other.” Then, “The other matter? Any news on that?”“She’s gone to Keele with her father for an interview.”Her face fell, but. I let myself be a sexual object for the first time. I would let him look at my milky breasts with now erect nipples. I would be on display. I felt a throbbing deep inside me. I felt contracting tightness as all my nerve endings around my vagina tensed up. I was welling up under the bottoms. I felt a strong magnetic pull to be touched, to be pleasured.I turned my head to the side acting as if I had not noticed the onlooker. I could not stand the intense heat so I got up, took a sip of Coke to. "She's not like you... she's a cold bitch, I need a cock slut like you." I'm not," she denied even as she arched her hips up into my probing hand."We're made for each other bitch," I said as I untied her and laid her across my lap, then mixed caresses with sharp slaps to her firm, tight bum that I soon had glowing red under my onslaught.I finally let her slip off my lap and down to her knees between my legs where she sat panting, her teary eyes staring at the snake again lengthening just inches. We braced Hirsch and he broke, confessed to everything.”The tour scams, the wine scams, the lecturer scams. “Even the forgeries?”“Yeah, we pushed him pretty hard, had an NYPD Lieutenant do the grilling. Hirsch thought he was going to jail for sure. But here’s the rich part. Those forgery buyers confronted him. Demanded refunds which he provided. Then they went too far, wanted bonus money for their troubles.”“Why was that too far?”“Because Hirsch isn’t stupid. He recorded them. It was blackmail.