As soon as we got outside, she started right into me. “What the hell were you talking to Debbie about? I sure hope you didn’t let her know I talke... to you about her personal issues.”“For your information, I went to her to find out where her husband, Jim, was at. She told me he was with friends drinking beer and watching the football game instead of coming here with her.”“That was all?”Sheepishly I looked at her and said, “Well, not exactly.”“What does that mean, ‘not exactly'?”“Yes, I did, in a. I tracked down the source of the money, that was merely a matter of examining a series of bank transfers. It seemed to come from 'The Institute for Sensible Power Policy.' The money was funneled through several cut-outs (another 'slang' term!) but the transfers were all electronic, and thus I could 'persuade' them to give up their secrets. I deduced (here, I refused to use the slang term: 'deducktid' – it sounded just too stupid, to me) that there must be something to hide, since they took such. He groaned loudly, she opened her eyes and watched his face contort, and then felt the spasm shoot through him as his warm sperm erupted into her. His groans and spasms subsided, and he slumped against her body and lay still on top of her. “Sorry, Jan, I'm so sorry. I'm out of practice.” He murmured into her ear after a while. “It's OK, don't worry, it's understandable.” she replied. She looked at Mike over Ted's shoulder, and saw the expression his face...one that she would never forget. One. "Lyndra, how dare you? This is Larry, the man I told you about. The man I love with all my heart and soul. The man I just hurt and nearly lost again, because of your selfishness and your hatred. I can't bear to look at you. Come here, sweetheart and hold me." Both the lesbian and I responded. Jenny took me in her arms and turned a withering stare on the lesbian. "Not you, dyke, find somebody else to steal. I'm not available, and I never will be."Lyndra turned to me with a mixture of pain and.