After you watch it, you’ll be glad to give me a BJ.”Turning the vibrator back on, she pressed it against the wet spot in her silk panties. “I’...l be the judge of that.”Dropping the phone back in her handbag, Alexa leaned back in the chair and spread her legs. “It just keeps getting sweeter.” The familiar tingle in her pussy came back to remind her that she needed another orgasm.oooOooo Several blocks away Heather was sitting in her office talking with Trish. “Did you see her on TV last night?”. She doesn't look at me like... Nah." What is the matter with you?" she asked, a little frustrated at my thick-headedness. "If she found you in her bed, you think she'd kick you out?"Now I was starting to get a little irritated, as well as embarrassed. "Yes, of course she would. Not that I would be jumping in her bed so she would find me there, anyway. Come on, Wendy, can't we talk about something else?"Her doodling brought her fingers within range of my more sensitive spots. She had already. “Shit” I whispered to myself unable to imagine what Jane would have said or done if I had given in to my carnal desires. No shouts or screams came from next door so I assumed that Mia had heard me and at least pulled her jumper back on. I imagined/hoped that she had said that I had simply helped her to the bathroom and not pulled off her jeans. “Stupid fucking idiot” I muttered to myself wondering why I had agreed to do that even though I knew exactly why. “Muttering to yourself? First sign of. I went to get another look at Emily Floyd’s installation. Really to walk around in it. The pieces are quite large.”“Is that what troubled you?”“No. It was the whole thing. Remember last week we were talking about cultural appropriation?”“Of course.”“Well, I no longer know what it is. I mean, I know that a wooden boomerang that’s been painted but made in Japan is an imitation of an Aboriginal implement. Are Williams’ later paintings appropriation? Or are they artistic uses? Like Lichtenstein’s.