We talked a little more, and drank some sweet tea. And then we went tothe Blue house to retire. I had expected for him to leave me there, butit then...became apparent that both he and JJ would be sleeping in thisbuilding also.There was a wet-room to wash in. I was grateful to wash off the sweat andgrime. There was a large collarless kamiz night shirt to wear to bed. Ihoped to sleep easily, but within a minute or two of putting my head onthe pillow, I thought that I heard a voice calling. He used one of his hands to pinch the nipple of the other breast, which sent those delicious bolts of electricity into her clit and pussy. With his free hand, he pushed down her pants and ran his fingers up her smooth legs and across her labia. He could feel her wetness already and he slid one of his fingers between her swollen pussy lips, sliding it up and down her slit and over her clit. He felt her juices running over his finger, and he added a second finger to the first, sliding them both. “Mr. Martin I wondered if you would like to buy me a drink to celebrate your complete vindication in the shooting of Big Mike. Call me.”I wondered out loud, “Now what the hell is that all about?” It was too late to call her, so I checked my online messages, then I went to bed. I couldn’t get to sleep that night either. I had Earlene and Jodie on my mind for some reason I couldn’t figure out. I didn’t want another dog, even though I missed her. I did miss the company, but mostly I missed her. This time she would not continue her charade of sleep, at least not fully, she wanted him to take her further, the whole hog so to speak. She sensed him kneel down beside the bed; lightly lifting the covers, the room was quite light from the street lighting out side, she knew he would be able to see her outline under the bedding, he’s fingers probed her pussy area. Angela gave out a low whimper as she sensed his finger enter, it had been so long since she’d experienced his nightly activities,.