"I ask to see the money. There is supposed to be $300 grand -- preferably in hundred's, but we really don't care. I count it. If it's all there, and d...esn't look like Monopoly money, I stay with them and the money. Maybe one of them comes to this room where you have the coke." Right," he said. "Maybe they'll want to test it, maybe not. I think they will. They're paying seventy-five a key; you're going to test what you're buying." What then?" she asked, figuring she's all alone with one or more. In the bathroom she sat down on the toilet with me facing her. With me straddling her thighs, our pelvises were almost touching. She reached down between us and took charge of my penis, directing my stream to join hers. I was trying to think of a smart wisecrack, but then this sort of crazy intimacy reminded me of our time together at her house. When I was hiding at her house, the only time I could be Art Jones was when we were completely alone and that was usually the bedroom or the bathroom. . ‘Yep I sure was.’ ‘Who?’ I asked ‘Never mind the details.’ she said ‘That’s my business.’ ‘Well you have to tell me about it someday,ok?’ I laughed and said. Later at Robin’s house we were curled up on her couch watching a movie. The movie was about two girls who meet in high school and fall in love. It was a good movie, kind of sad but funny too. The movie really hit home. I realized that mom was right. I was in love with Robin. When the movie got to the part where the girls kiss for the first. It was those breasts that would lead to so much trouble.By our second drink we were laughing and teasing one another. She asked, “What would you do to me if you found me passed out in the woods?”“Why absolutely nothing of course, I would stay with you and call for assistance.” I answered.“You wouldn’t even cop a feel?”“Goodness no, absolutely not, I am a gentleman and would never take advantage of a woman who had not given her consent”, I responded somewhat indignantly.“Good Boy! You pass the.