Carol said, "I think I can cook this by myself now, especially if I get Julia or Donna to help me." I wasn't going to criticize that comment at all. C...rol's chicken cooking ability put her above petty concerns such as logic.I regaled them with stories of the Examiner from Hell.Carol regaled us stories about her lesbian put-downs. They hadn't been anything subtle or sophisticated. Carol's main mistake in handling obnoxious boys in the past had been to object too quietly. Julia had gotten her to. I spread her pussy and rubbed her clit, it was beautiful Tom, and I would have never believed it would be that way until today. She went wild. I couldn’t believe how much cum she had, her juice flowed like water. My hand was soaked. When she wasn’t looking I licked my fingers. It actually didn’t taste too bad, but I didn’t mouth her. I did think about it, but just couldn’t, not yet. I never thought of a girl that way before.”“What did she do for you?”“She fingered me and made me cum, all I. We kissedas I held her in my confused-but-happy arms.Why were these girls being so nice to me? A person they had pegged as astockings-wearing sissyboy.When would Jessie turn into Barbara Stanwyck?After ten minutes of delicious tongue kissing, Jessie asked, "Would youlike to do something nice for me now?"Eagerly, I said, "Anything!" That ex-husband she wanted me to kill wastoast.But no. "I just want you to do for me, what I just did for you, OK"I agreed instantly. All I had to do was get on. How he avoided being thrown into the clink I don’t know. Every police sniffer dog for ten miles must have their noses pointing in his direction. I’m not proud of what I had to do that week for my agreed 200 a day, mostly roughing up recalcitrant payers and threatening drug dealers who needed the manor governor’s say-so to trade. Even worse was Leroy’s haughty goth bitch leering at me. No, even worse than that was when she tried to rub her skank, skinny androgynous body up against me, she was.