He fixed himself a shot of bourbon while he waited for Dutch. It would be a few minutes before the club’s show began and Dutch could make his way up...tairs. Moe considered rifling through the desk drawers. In another man’s office – a man who wasn’t a friend – it’d be no problem, but Dutch was still a friend, at least for now. Besides Dutch had his office rigged with all kinds of thingamajigs. For all Moe knew, someone could be watching him right now. He knew Dutch had installed one-way mirrors. " But in this case I suggest you wait for her to call you, even if it takes a few hours. Yesterday morning she was desperately anxious to know whether you loved her or not. I don't think she fears that now, and she probably needs a sleep-in after the excitement of the last few days, so let her catch up on her sleep and she'll call you. From what I've heard, she will DEFINITELY be calling you! Haha."Dad came in part way through Mom's explanation. After she'd finished, Dad said, "I heard you had. She picked up the cash and left the room. As quietly as possible, I stood up and retreated back to my room. At the time I didn't know exactly why, but the front of my pajama bottoms was wet and sticky. I lay in my bed that night, thinking about everything that I had witnessed and what it meant. 'The guys in school were right; my Mom is a whore.' And everything seemed to fall into place.After that, I spent less and less time at home. By the time I entered high school, I had a part-time job at. I watched as I bent forward and threw my head back, silently screaming in pleasure. Just before Angie arrived I had a change of heart. This was a woman I suspected might be trying to kill my client, Lauren. I didn’t know of course, but I was sure there was something suspicious about her and I wasn’t going to let lust get in the way of professionalism. I slipped off the skirt and blouse, donned panties, loose black trousers and a thick, shapeless sweater. I felt somehow better and decided I.