He was big, like huge. Not fat, but muscular. He was black. He looked much like a boxing legend or something. He was also very tall, at least 6′ 4�..., but I could only guess from my position on the bed. The Michael Clark Duncan-look alike didn’t say anything, and didn’t move to touch me, his face showed no emotion. Strangely, I found that a little comforting, I did my best to emulate him. I didn’t ask any of the dozens of questions pinging around my head, I didn’t start to cry, and I didn’t try. Connor was due back in five minutes and Langdon thought she was going to throw up with the butterflies in her stomach. Her cell phone rang and she nearly jumped out of her skin. Glancing at the display, it read as a number neither she nor the phone recognised. ‘Hello?’ ‘Langdon, it’s Paul.’ She frowned. What was he doing calling, especially after work on a Friday night? ‘Hey, Paul. What can I do for you?’ ‘Oh, well, me and some of the guys are going out for a few drinks and thought you might. I knew it had to be his erection ... and I know boys like to call it a BONER. I thought it was time for my hands to do a little wandering so as he was feeling me up, I placed my hand on his knee and then slowly moved it up the inside of his leg towards the big bulge I had been watching. I knew my sister was close enough to see what I was doing, so I moved it up within a couple of inches of his cock. I remember. “Now mother,, he’s nothing like that. Jahn’s wonderful: considerate, sensitive, intelligent…” Jenny rattled on in similar vein at the same time, interrupting her sister, “…totally hang around with, not a jerk like the guys at V&P. Daddy doesn’t hate him, either…” Color rushed into his cheeks at the flood of virtues that the two sisters each attributed to him. He understood that they both felt strongly about him, but neither of them had really put it into words before now, other than Fiona’s.