"Matt, no," I protested. "Come on, I know you miss my dick," Matt said while pulled off his red turtleneck. "My dad doesn't have muscles like this," M...tt said while flexing and making his pecs dance. "Matt, let me get some coffee," I said while walking towards the kitchen. Matt rushed towards me and grabbed and pulled him up against his bare chest. "I said I have a fuckin Christmas present for you," Matt said. "Don't you want it," he asked while fiddling with his belt buckle. "No, not this. “I need you to look into the family of May O’Shaughnessy,” I said. “Recent resident of Hawaii, but whose family supposedly lives in Baltimore. I need a phone number to the family manse. Also Jason Whiteman of Tacoma Washington. Anything about abusiveness in high school or college. And see if you can track down his sister, Jeanne. And information on a Kyle Oates and an Emily Whiteman, born Emily...Moore. They supposedly met at Reed.”“You should call Dotty,” he said.“Next call.”“Of course. So. And then he steps into the light. He stands over you, looking down at you from the foot of the bed. He, too, is naked. Gloriously so. He looms over you like a demigod, filling the room with much more than just his physical form. Your eyes gaze upon his bearded face, then stray downwards, across his muscled chest, then down further still.He is fully erect. Your pulse quickens, and you catch yourself licking your lips.-And what are you gazing at now? You know now, with a certainty, that it is his. But Jane had taken the punishment dealt out during the match without batting an eye. Only a submission hold (difficult to obtain on her) that threatened to break something put her down. Nothing that connected stopped her. It didn't seem like she was getting a sexual charge out of being beat up. Rather that she was able to just ignore the pain in order to get in her own attack against an opponent of greater skill. Sensei had made a rule that anyone sparring with her, other than Ken or himself,.