As I watched her between my legs, I had a strong desire to pull her mouth to my lower lips and have her kiss me there, but I did not. It wasn't becaus... making it with a woman bothered me. I'd done that. It was because she belonged to Mr. Johnson and I didn't have his permission.She bathed me in the big tub in the master bathroom and carefully dried me before rubbing my body in a fine sesame oil. She started dressing me with pulling my crotchless panties into place and pulling my labia through. An ache she'd only felt with men in this state and in no other - the unending silence and stillness.The perfect juxtaposition that made her few moments with them delicious: her self-awareness, her body warm and receptive to touch, their loss of awareness, their bodies cold and numb, her body capable of movement and manipulation, their bodies compliant, immobile and vulnerable. Vulnerable as calves caught in deep mud.She learned from their bodies and explored their bodies, grew familiar, kissing. Peters. There are two others but they couldn't make this meeting for personal reasons."All three of the members shook hands with Miss Ramirez respectfully, then took their seats again."Before you, you see four identical bottles all with plain black labels. No markings or other distinguishing features on them. In one of these bottles is a lesser-known men's cologne from a competitor's line."One has a mixture of a men's cologne and a women's perfume. One is just colored water with some bath oil. But for the rest of the year she would get into weird moods, sometimes extremely happy but other times she would get upset over silly things. I would come home to find she had pulled everything out of one of the cupboards. She would complain about the cleaner we employed not cleaning the house properly and do it all again herself. I did my best to cheer her up but it seemed most things I tried would upset her. I would often find her looking at me with a strange expression on her face. Our sex.