He reached for the shower rose and turning the cold water on he directed the jet straight onto Janet’s pussy. The cold water hit her pussy and soake... straight through her silken panties and started to run down her legs. She gasped and wriggled her hips from side to side, John followed the motion with the spray soaking her pussy all the time. He leaned forward and started to rub a finger between the lips of her pussy still directing the cold jet straight at her pussy lips. He prised a panty leg. I was in bed, but it wasn't my bed. It didn't feel right. Besides, the ceiling was green. Puke green. Who would paint their ceiling puke green? It was hard to concentrate.My shoulder itched.I decided that was more important than where I was. I lifted my hand. It felt funny and I couldn't wiggle my fingers. I reached up to scratch my shoulder... "Oh, God!" I moaned as pain shot through me."Tony are you okay?" The voice of an angel. Tami's voice."Not sure. What year is it?" What year?" Are you my. A few nights of the bar scene would recharge his batteries, although they took a totally different charge than Jenny's.He was remembering some of the classic evenings he'd had in San Francisco over the years when the phone rang. "You'd better get it, Blake," Jenny said, coming out of whatever private reverie she had.The first sound of the voice in the receiver made Blake's heart sink: it was Fred Knox, Jenny's agent, and that almost always meant trouble, any more. "How's it going, Blake?" Knox. .. why?” asked Kim with an air of desperation.“You sure?” asked Chris. “I mean, you run the place.”“I can continue to ‘run the place’, as you put it, Chris,” I said. “I hope we won’t be moving far.”“I don’t understand,” Kim repeated. “Why do you need to...”“We have one room,” I said. “It’s not a self contained flat, Kim. It’s upstairs, the bathroom is tiny, it’s a long way from the kitchen, laundry, etc. You can’t bring up a baby here in those conditions. Babies cry – loudly, you don’t need.