The phone rang."Goddamnit!" He cursed in exasperation."It's not you, Glenda, he said looking at her somewhat confused face as he withdrew.He chuckled...."Coitus interuptus, the story of my life," he grinned at her as he reached to answer the phone on the fourth ring."Sorry my sweet pussy," he said, with regret and patting Glenda's bush.Glenda remained in place and lowered her head in order to gaze between her legs. She was amazed at the drooling juices she saw descending from it to the floor. She. The CIA had been much more interested than I’d thought. Bill also made it clear that TJ and even Jim Gregory had consistently led them down the wrong path so they couldn’t figure out who we were.Bill had actually thought they needed to investigate TJ closer to see if he might lead them to discovering our identities. He never put that suggestion in front of his bosses because he felt it would lead to tipping off their ‘competitors’ of the CIA’s keen interest. When he discovered Chen’s connection. If you love her make your point and discuss your problem with not seeing her more. If you don't love her then break it off. You don't need or deserve to be treated like this and she doesn't deserve to be led on. Thus ends my sermon," she said with a smile.Shortly afterwards she left and I spent the rest of the evening thinking about Amber, the changes in the relationship, and what I wanted to happen now. I didn't get much sleep that night but did come to a decision. I was going to be proactive. Tillie agreed. So, they headed across the street and rang the doorbell.When the door opened, Tillie felt a tug of desire that she hadn’t known still existed within her. The man standing inside was handsome and looked to be about her age.“Hello,” Amber said awkwardly as her mother and the man just stared at each other. “I’m Amber, and this is my mother, Tillie. She lives across the street, and we thought you’d enjoy some delicious, home-made brownies.”The man’s brow furrowed. “Tillie Benson?” he.