"Hmmmm, that's what I'm talking about" you say and you reach out with one finger and gently wipe it up with your finger tip. "Mmm, that looks deliciou..." you say, (not waiting for a reply). You hold up your finger and examine the liquid closely in the light then turning to me you ask "Well, is it?" and with that you push your finger into my open mouth and deposit it onto my tongue. I wrap my lips around your finger and suck off the fluid until it coats my tongue and slides down my throat. I nod.. No one is forcing it.”“Geez, Janet,” Jennifer ran her hand through her long, red locks.“Think about this for a minute: if you could live in a place where you could love who you want, how you want, no one would judge, criticize, or condemn you, you would, wouldn’t you?”“Yes, but Janet, this is incest, this is – ”“Wrong, sick, taboo, I know. That’s what the outside world thinks. But look at them,” Janet pointed to Harvey and her daughter. “Look at Mason and me. Look at Denise and Henry. . .. I could feel the pain of that. "Well, you could certainly play volleyball," I said to her."Yeah, as if," she snorted."I take it you don't know how," I ventured."It's not just that," she said. "After practice, we're expected to shower in the gym." And..."Wendy blushed that bright crimson again. "I don't do naked well in front of other people."I laughed which only got her mad. "You of all people should understand that!" she said.I had to think for a moment before I clued in. "Oh, you mean. R.Tambo International Airport outside of Johannesburg at about the time that Muhammad Bin Salaam was checking into the Albany Hotel in Durban. Though they were on the same flight from Miami to Atlanta to J-burg, they did not travel together. Georg, as befitted a successful executive, was in first class. Clara was at the other end of the plane, dressed as she was in jeans, a Grateful Dead t-shirt, and a heavy green military jacket with infantry patches.Georg Kuznetsov in his gray three-piece.