"Lily. It wasn't me. I couldn't do that to you." She looked into my eyes as if reading the thoughts behind them, and then nodded in acceptance."Exactl... what happened and how did you cope if you didn't call an ambulance?" It was a Monday and I was getting ready for work when the doorbell rang. I answered it. There was a skinny man there, tall but very thin and he asked if I was Mrs. Martin. I said yes and he said "This is revenge". I seem to recall a glass bottle in his hand as he swung it. "I haven't understood anything. It's not every day that I get offered the services of not jut one but three attractive and sexy women. I'm just going with the flow." She gave a twitch of a grin. "So you owe me nothing. On the other hand, if you'd like to tell me more about Mary Jamieson, I'm all ears. I confess I find her a fascinating woman."She flushed. "Please, Paul. That just makes it worse."I took her hands in mine. "I'm sorry. I'll listen quietly."She was quiet for a minute as though. I dried it off and I could not take my eyes off of it; I realized right then that I would miss this thing very much. I mean, out of all this crap, this and its rubber brother were the only good things to come out of this to make me feel good about myself. Well, to a point. I knew that by keeping one or both of them would cause me not to shrink back down to a size that Clark would feel good to me again. I turned off the light, put it in my nightstand and went to sleep.In the morning we got up as. Jessica gasped not loud enough for anyone else to hear except for Heather who gasped in a similar way. The hand withdrew and then Jessica saw Heather suck lightly on each finger she had used, cleaning each. Juices were dripping from both their panties and Jessica thought that everyone would notice. Jessica looked and tried to see under Heathers desk to see if she had a similar problem but she could not see. So she reached out her hand and slid it under Heathers skirt. She then slipped it over.