He was asking her to share his life. And such a life. And she could give that all to Benji. Charles wanted love. Now that the door had opened it seeme... he needed love more than the endless sex he'd been having. Could she love him? She thought so. He was kind to her. But was she and her son a cheap replacement for his family? They could never replace his wife and son. He'd always look in her eyes and see someone else. It could be worse. And she would be able to make it up to Benji for his first. Just how strong that bond would be, only time would tell. It was a few minutes later that Denise returned the mood back to its previous joviality.“Oh, by the way, if things don’t work out . . . can I have first dibs on sucking him off? I’d just love to see what he tastes like!” Denise asked, that twinkle of mischief in her eye once again. All three girls broke into gales of laughter.“I have some shopping to do downtown” Lucy mentioned. “Either one of you want to come and help me pick out some. Drake noticed a camera sticking outfrom under his jacket. What Jason didn't know was that her pimp hadinformed her of her husband hiring a private eye to learn the truth abouther and she was prepared. "You work for a newspaper?" "Uh, Yes." Jason lied as he tried to cover his camera back up. "No need to be shy." Mrs. Drake purred. "I liked having my picture taken." "You do, huh?" Jason said as he felt like he was getting somewhere."Image that. I like taking pictures and you like your picture. " John patted his crotch with a smug smile. "It was great, and we both had our fun. Now, can I have my shoes?"Donna broke. "Shoes!" she screeched. "You son of a bitch! I'll give you fuckin' shoes" Donna was no mean athlete; she gave John one of his shoes just as hard as she could give it. She swung the shoe at his head with all the force she could muster with her legs, hips and shoulders. The shoe whipped off an upraised hand that John had barely managed to get in harm's way, and then the shoe.