I dreaded what I thought she would say about my pre occupation with her figure. ‘Jack, you need to focus your attention on the settlement proposal a...d not my legs.’ She stated with a humorous air. Needless to say, I was completely flustered and stammered something incoherent. ‘When was the last time you dated someone besides Mrs. Macalino?’ She inquired. Surprisingly, her question had a calming effect on me and I tried to recall my last date with Lynn. ‘Oh, probably twenty seven or twenty. Em and I gottogether for the first time at a party when we both got blind drunkand ended up in bed. We sucked and fucked each other's brains out thatfirst night and then found out we actually liked each otherafterwards. It doesn't always happen that way. Emily doesn't goanywhere near men but I guess I don't count. She thinks of me as girlwith a strapon attached, without any of the male bullshit whichnormally comes attached to a penis. She calls me her Private Dick,which she thinks is hilarious. A short time later, after Isabelle had dropped Jamie off in front of her apartment house, the older woman found herself asking if what she had told Jamie had actually been true. Had nothing changed between them?Over the next week, that question had still haunted Isabelle. At times, she really didn’t know how she felt about it. Before Jamie, Isabelle had never even met a gay woman; at least not any that she knew for a fact were gay. The closest she could remember were two women who lived in the. I thrust and pulled in and out of her maybe nine or ten times when she started to wake up “Uh. Uh. What the hell?” She rolled her head to look at me “Dirk, what the hell are you doing!!” I slapped against her ass again, she grunted. She pulled away then rolled to face me “Goddamn! What the fuck are you doing here?” She may have been surprised but at least she wasn’t yelling. “I can’t sleep, I’ve been hard since we go home and this is the only way.”Joyce regained her composure quickly “The.