I sighed, a breath of defeat, and handed the old chauffeur my bags. Tensing more with every step, I slipped into the limo as Felix held the door for m.... I awkwardly tumbled into the wide leather back seat, as my skirt and heels limited my movement and thwarted my attempt at a smooth entry. Pushing into a sitting position, I looked up and across from me to find Mr. M staring at me with a slightly amused smirk on his face. He was sitting back, relaxed, with a scotch in his hand and his briefcase. " Yeah, a homeless one."He smiled at me again with a sinister look in his eye.Henry placed one hand on the top of my head. I knew that he wanted me to go down on him, but while he was filthy? The strong scent of musky, uncut, unwashed cock was already wafting up to my nose (which actually made my mouth water) and I was mildly repulsed.He pushed down on the top of my head and brought me to my knees.My body took over. I pushed his hand away and grabbed his cock with both my hands. I tested the. That was you, wasn’t it?’ she asked. ‘Yes, that was me.’ I admitted. ‘But, you called anyway?’ ‘Yeah, sure. Why not?’ she replied. ‘Would you still like to like to meet me sometime, maybe for coffee?’ I asked. Damn it. I sounded too tentative. And, too hopeful. I slapped myself on the forehead. There was silence on the line. I though my cell might have dropped the signal. ‘Hello, are you still there?’ I asked. After a few moments, she spoke. ‘Yes. Listen, there is an art showing at Gallery X on. She leaned back against the door staring at me. The way her eyes wandered over me let me know Karen told her what my uncle had done to trigger the violent reaction. Michelle had taken his act for the sin and crime it was in her world. I had no desire to explain what it had really been about; her take on the situation was good enough.She waited until I was done with the stereo before approaching. She put her arms around my neck and pulled me down for a kiss.Michelle had been curious early on.