"Yes, this is Jeanne," she replied. "Who's this?" "Hey, this is a voice from your past," said Barocca. "Does the name 'Barocca' ring any bells to yo...?" Barocca was counting again on her unique voice striking a chord with Jeanne. There were a few seconds of awkward silence, and then a light seemed to flash in Jeanne's head at her end of the line. "Oh, yeah! I remember you now. We both worked for a little while for that one company who made all the wrestling and catfight videos. What the. I got up and get dressed. Akira was already up and gone. This was good because I had to take a piece of furniture over to a client at 9. I really didn’t want to go over smelling of sex, that and if Akira is anything like Amya I’m not going to have any energy at all. Amya had just finished making breakfast. She has on her favorite Kimono which she only wears when she gets ready for bed or up in the morning. “Morning love” I said to my sexy woman.“Morning dear I know you have a client to meet at. I finished my bicep reps. I finished my tricep extensions. I finished my sit-ups, twists, and three minutes of jumping rope. Wendy never came back.I walked out into the hallway and looked down along the west wall of the gym. It was very quiet. I walked out onto the basketball court floor and looked up, wondering if she'd be walking around the top level of the gym. She wasn't.Was she still in the women's locker room? I decided to check it out, and as I moved closer to the locker room door, my. His breadth was unsteady, nervousness. Even with the alcohol numbing his sensibilities, insecurity surfaced.Something was about to be said. “Shhh.” I pulled back, one finger to his mouth, with the other hand going through his hair. Silky. Once I knew he wouldn’t speak, my hands grasped his head and I kissed him again. Tongue! He was not inexperienced. As a matter of fact, he was quite good. The switch flipped, his heart raced, but now he had conceded himself to me. I tasted the mix of drinks.