I’m trying to open a little pizzeria,” Dan answered with a smile.“Ah. Most of the people attending are affiliated with large chains. I work for ...erkins,” she said.“That’s where I’m working right now,” Dan said sitting up a little more in his chair. He put his laptop on the table.Frowning at the idea that he was using business travel to start his own company, the woman asked, “Which division?”“I’m a busboy,” Dan answered with a grin.“Oh. Sorry. I though you were in the corporate area,” she said. "Did he find the other one in the secret pocket?" What secret pocket?" Gina asked and I showed her the flap that covered the entrance to a pocket where the third rubber was hidden. She giggled and said her father had been so upset when he found the first one that he threw the jacket at her without inspecting it for more contraband."Do you think he plans to confront me about it?" I asked."I don't know. He may not say anything. He probably thinks we're fucking but doesn't want to know for sure,". But she wasn't ready just yet.She sat here now with her empty teacup. The Xanax had done its job and steadied her nerves. She had an idea.It was a Wednesday afternoon. Sean was at work for the next couple of hours and the house was completely hers. She picked up her phone and sent Damian a quick emoji laden text filled with eggplants and tacos and her address which she had never previously told him.His reply came quick and fast just like Sean getting a handjob.Fiona ran upstairs and put on her. ..Meanwhile, Chelsea had been making quick progress with Rusty. She had himbacked against the wall, her lips locked to his, her tongue deep in hismouth. Rusty eagerly sucked the black girl's tongue deep into his mouth,as his left hand stole upwards to land on Chelsea's breast.Out of breath, Rusty broke the passionate kiss, quickly looking about tosee if Susan had noticed. But she had gone into the back room with theother girl, and who knew how long they'd be gone."You ever kiss a black girl.