I had spoken to, let’s call her Ann because I can’t remember her name, a few times, the discussions were, for my part, designed to revolve around ...ex. I also believe she was only looking for sex and not a long term relationship that you might expect. I suppose my perception has always been that the guy is just on the look out for sex and the women is looking for a more substantial arrangement that involves commitment, maybe not always.On this occasion I believe that the woman was of the same. “Have you had any kind of sex with a girl?” “No, but I’d like to. No girl that I would like to play with will go out with me so I just wish.”Joy took her arm from around me and sat forward. The she asked me to put my arms around her and unhook her bra. I had a little difficulty but finally it came apart. She lifted her shirt and bra off in one motion and there she sat, her big beautiful tits only inches from my face. She put her hand behind my head and gently pushed my face into her breast.. If you’re asleep having a lovely morphine dream and your imaginary best friend asks you a question, wake up and look at me.”She turned my way, handed me her business card. I read it; anyone can print cards. She flipped it over and I recognized Daddy’s handwriting — “Trust her. Bulldog.”I got it.Daddy had to have called the legendary Kansas City fixer, probably while he was still on the way to my office. Bulldog Bannerman, although I barely knew him back then, got things done. Quickly, quietly,. “Do you find me attractive?”“I’m married to your twin,” I replied.“I know,” Marci replied, “I just wanted to know if I still have it going on."“Don’t worry,” I said, “You’ve still got it going on.”“Do I turn you on?” Marci pressed.“Yes,” I replied, my tool slowly responding to her tempestuous provocations.“Would you have any issues if I got naked?” Marci asked.“I don’t know if you should do that,” I countered.There was no way to hide what was transpiring downstairs. Marci had aura about her,.